Colour botanical tattoo of ripe peaches, green leaves and small blossoms across a shoulder and upper arm, shown in two photographs.

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Peach branch across a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows ripe peaches hanging from a branch with broad green leaves and clusters of small pink-grey blossoms, wrapping over the shoulder onto the upper arm. The linework is dark and clean, with soft shading that gives the fruit rounded volume. Red and peach tones dominate the fruit, set against olive and dark green foliage, and the two photographs show the piece from front and side angles.

Botanical Shoulder Upper arm Leaves Blossom Flower Fruit Branch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The peach at Hollin Junction came up out of a stone that a passenger threw from the window of the 4.15 in the dry summer the reservoirs went low. Nobody at the station thought much of it until it flowered on platform four, pink as boiled sweets, in the third week of April. The porter, Ada Greaves, put a ring of old brick round its roots and told the lads to mind their boots.

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The company sent a man named Lionel Frayne up from Carlisle with a clipboard, because the roots were lifting the paving and the ballast was spilling onto the down line. Ada stood in front of the trunk with a shovel handle across her shoulders. 'You'll take the platform up first,' she said. Frayne wrote something down and went away. He came back in August, when the branches hung so low that the fruit brushed the roofs of the carriages, and he asked, in a voice he had not planned to use, whether he might have one.

She picked the ripest, the colour of a fox's belly, and wrapped it in a spare timetable. He ate it standing on the platform while the 6.10 for Carlisle pulled in and out again without him. The juice ran to his cuffs. He missed the next train, and the one after that.

His report, filed that autumn, said the tree posed no hazard to the line. Underneath, in smaller writing, he said the paving would need lifting by hand, and that he would see to it himself. Each October Ada still sets the stones out on the signal box sill to dry, and the signalman's boy counts them aloud before they go into the tin.