Four panels show black script lettering on a foot reading Together forever, Never apart, Maybe in distance, but never in heart, with a small red heart at the end.

Script quote across the foot

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

Four side-by-side photographs show a quote written in black script lettering along the side of a foot, one line per panel. The linework is smooth and even, with a few flourishes on the capital letters and dots after each phrase. A small solid red heart at the end of the final line is the only colour in the set.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mags wrote the promises on the back of a tide table the spring I took the Skerry light, four short lines in pencil, and pinned it above the kettle where I would see them each morning. Together forever, she had written, and underlined it twice, as though I might argue. Never apart. I did not argue. A keeper's wife learns to write her hopes small, so they fit in the margins of the forms the lighthouse board sends out.

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The supply boat came every third Thursday with paraffin, flour and the post, and in winter it came when the sea allowed, which was seldom. I kept the log in a careful hand: wind backing south-west, visibility poor, lamp trimmed at dusk, one gull dead on the gallery rail. Once, after nine days without a boat, I wrote beside the weather, Maybe in distance, and felt ashamed of it before the ink had dried. It was true enough, and I hated that it was.

She came out on the last boat before the equinox gales, with a sack of wool and a tin of red lead paint in her coat pocket. She said nothing about the promises. She climbed the iron stairs beside me and stood in the lamp room while I showed her the mechanism, then she dipped a brush and touched a single dot of red to the glass of the north panel, where the shoal lies under the water. When I lit the lamp that night, the red sector swept across the rocks and the empty sea, and I wrote the time and the weather in the log, then, in smaller letters at the foot of the page, the one line the board would never read: but never in heart.