Black lettering reading 'Not all those who wander are lost' with two bird silhouettes, tattooed along the side of a foot near the ankle.

Quote tattoo with birds on a foot

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A bare foot is shown with the phrase 'Not all those who wander are lost' written in black, sans-serif lettering that runs diagonally from the ankle towards the heel. Two solid black bird silhouettes sit among the words, one in flight above the text and one larger below it. The tattoo is in black ink only, set against pale skin, with a dark leather surface behind the foot.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mist had not lifted from the nets when Ada Pryce lifted the first bird out of its pocket of mesh. A meadow pipit, no bigger than a thumb, complaining in a thin voice that the whole island could hear. She folded its wings against its flanks the way she had been taught in Lerwick by a man with cracked spectacles, read the ring under her magnifier, and wrote the number in the book on her knee.

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Tam Ross, the summer assistant, had come across from the mainland with a head full of questions and a sandwich he kept forgetting to eat. 'That one was ringed on Skerrel in May,' he said, squinting at the page. 'Recovered at Cap Vert in March. How does a thing that size go all that way and come back to the same wall?' Ada didn't answer straight away. She had asked the same thing at his age, and the answer she'd been given was a shrug and a second cup of tea.

Her brother Callum had gone south the winter their father died, and his postcards arrived from places where the birds were green and the sea was warm. The last card had come in October with a photograph of a sandbank and no return address. She had kept it in the ringing book, between the pages for the wheatears. Most of what she knew about wandering she had learned by counting things that came back.

They let the pipit go off the rock at noon. It went low over the kelp, then turned and climbed, and for a while it hung above the lighthouse as if it were deciding. Tam said it looked lost. Ada watched it bank west over the open water, steady and unhurried, and wrote the time in the book without a word.