Black geometric tattoo of three overlapping triangles on a forearm, shown in greyscale beside a line-drawn version of the design.

Three overlapping triangles on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A greyscale photograph shows a small black tattoo of three overlapping triangles on a forearm, with the arm running diagonally across the frame. The linework is solid and even, and the triangles are set side by side with their bases aligned. A separate panel on the right shows a clean vector drawing of the same design over faint construction lines, with a short list of printed phrases beneath it.

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The sea wall at Pell Harbour had shifted again by the width of a finger, and Mrs Hadley wanted it proved before the council met on Thursday. So I went out at low water with the theodolite on its brass legs and the tide still hissing back over the slipway. From the hard I could see three fixed marks on the breakwater, iron pins set in small triangles of granite, and I took the bearings the way my father taught me, slowly and without hurry.

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Each pin sat a little behind the last, so that from the lighthouse steps they overlapped like peaks of a range seen from a train. I sighted the first, then the second, then the third, and wrote the angles in pencil on the back of a tide chart because the field book had got wet in March. The sums came out clean the first time. That bothered me more than an error would have.

Old Tobias Wren, who kept the bait shed and had watched every survey on that wall since the war, came down the steps with a flask and looked over my shoulder at the numbers. He said the pins were never meant to be read one at a time. You took the first to know where you had been, the middle to know where you stood, and the last to know where the water would be. I told him that was poetry, not surveying. He laughed and poured me tea into the flask lid.

The wall had moved, but only at the seaward end, where the pins did not quite line up. I drew the three triangles on the chart with their bases level and wrote beneath them the only thing I was sure of: move the stone at the corner, and the rest would hold. Mrs Hadley read it on Thursday and asked whether I believed it. I said the triangles did, and that seemed good enough for the council.

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