Botanical tattoo design of a grey shaded rose with purple berries, leaves and thorny stems on a beige background.

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Rose and berry sprig design

Botanical · Mixed · Flash

A line drawing of a full rose bloom at the top left, with thorny stems curving down past grey, shaded leaves. Clusters of purple-blue berries hang from the lower stems. The rose and leaves are rendered in grey tones with fine hatching, while the berries are the only colour, and the composition is a loose diagonal sprig on a plain beige ground.

Botanical Rose Berry Leaves Thorn Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth, we are five weeks out of Valparaiso and the sea has gone the colour of pewter, which Mr Hollis says is the nearest the Pacific ever gets to rain. I have been given the job of minding the rose slip the purser's wife begged off a Bristol nursery. It sits in a biscuit tin lined with wet flannel, and it has lost every leaf but two, both gone grey as ash from the salt. Young Tobias checks on it before breakfast and before bed, and he swears there is still a bud hiding in the thorns.

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The Falklands gave us something better than roses. The cook traded a tot of rum to a shepherd's boy for a armful of wild bilberries, and we ate them stewed with ship's sugar until our lips were blue as ink. Tobias picked the stems clean of the leaves and laid them along the rail to dry, though the wind had its way with most of them. The leaves are fine-veined and sharp at the edges, like a pressed fern that has been somewhere cold, and the berries bled purple onto everything they touched, including the cook's apron and my good shirt.

Last night the rose went quiet in its tin. Tobias did not cry about it, which I thought more grown of him than I expected. Instead he rolled one of the bilberry stones into the flannel, wrapped the lot in his mother's handkerchief, and tucked it inside his jacket. He says he means to plant it in your back garden in Leith, so that when the bushes come up you will know where we have been.

Keep the kettle on. I will write again from Montevideo, if the mail boat is kind.