Traditional style tattoos of red roses, a panther head and a sun with a face cover the thigh and calf of a person's legs, with a small tattoo on one finger.

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Traditional roses, panther and sun on legs

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

Two legs rest on a red tartan blanket, covered in traditional style tattoos including red roses with green leaves, a panther head, a bicycle wheel and a large sun with a face on the lower leg. The bold black outlines are paired with grey shading and red, green and yellow fills, giving a dense, colourful sleeve-like coverage. The framing is a casual top-down view with a plastic cup of drink in the foreground.

Traditional Thigh Calf Hand Rose Panther Sun Bicycle Leaves Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the rug's still warm and the lemonade hasn't turned yet. Did I ever tell you about the summer the Hartwell Brothers' Travelling Fair came crawling over the top of Coldharbour Hill with a black panther in a cage on the back of a lorry painted like a rising sun? Half the village swore it was a stuffed thing the brothers had dressed up. Then it yawned, and the whole field went quiet.

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The girl who sold the tickets was called Nell Varley. She had roses inked up one shin from a sailor in Hull, and she rode a tall black bicycle with a wheel so big it made the children shout. Every evening she pedalled round the stalls with the panther's name painted on her basket, selling sixpenny looks through the bars. The fairground men said the cat was bad-tempered. Nell said it only wanted someone to talk to who didn't rap on the cage.

On the last night the storm came off the moor, and the cage latch gave way with a crack like a rifle shot. The men ran for the hedges with torches. Nell didn't run. She sat down on a tartan blanket in the wet grass, unwrapped her sandwich and waited. The panther padded out of the dark, sniffed the bread, and lay down beside her with its head on her knee while the lightning walked across the hill.

By dawn the cat was back behind its bars and the red roses on the stall had gone brown at the edges. Nobody could ever prove which of them had left the latch undone, and Nell, when asked, only smiled and said the sun had been up early that morning, and so had the cat.