Small black mountain range tattoo with pine trees on the ankle of a bare foot resting on a rock beside a waterfall.

Mountain range tattoo on an ankle

Blackwork · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A bare foot rests on a rough stone ledge beside a cascading waterfall, with the ankle tattoo in focus. The tattoo is a solid black silhouette of jagged mountain peaks with small pine trees along the base, drawn with bold, clean edges and no visible shading. The composition is a close, angled shot with the water and foam filling the left side of the frame.

Blackwork Ankle Mountain Pine tree Rock

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The weir below Hollin Wood has been losing its stones for as long as I can remember, and my father always said the mill would go the same way unless someone paid attention. So each spring I walked the path past the alders with a bucket of tar and a notebook, and I wrote down what the water had taken.

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The summer I was eleven, Tomas Reyes came up from the valley with a surveyor's chain and a knapsack full of sketches. He wanted to see the ridge from the top of the falls, the one everyone in Ashby called the Teeth, because the pines grew right down to the edge of the rock like bristles on a dog's back. I showed him the easy way, which was not easy, and he stopped every quarter hour to draw. He never once looked at the water. I thought him a fool until I saw the sheet he gave me at the bottom: the Teeth in black ink, sharp as broken glass, a row of small pines at their feet, and beneath them, in tiny letters, Keep the way open.

I kept that sheet folded inside the tar notebook for forty years. Each spring I climbed to the falls and checked the rock against his drawing, and each spring the peaks looked a little more worn and the pines stood a little further back. The mill is a shop now. The weir has been rebuilt twice, once in concrete and once, last winter, with a line of grey boulders the council was too proud to call anything but rubble.

Last month a girl from the new houses asked me what the Teeth were. I took out the sheet and told her they were only rock, and that a man had once drawn them in a hurry. She traced one jagged edge with her finger and asked if she could walk up there. I told her yes, and to start by the alders, where the water sounds loudest.