Black trinity knot tattoo on a forearm beside a gold-coloured trinity knot tattoo on the back of the neck.

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Trinity knot tattoos on forearm and neck

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Two Celtic trinity knot designs sit on the wrist or forearm and the back of the neck, shown from behind in a close, slightly angled view. The knot on the forearm is solid black with bold, even lines, while the neck design is a thinner outline filled in gold or yellow ink. The background is dark and out of focus, with a hand and a hoop earring visible, and no face is shown.

Forearm Neck Trinity knot Triquetra Celtic knot Knot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ada, The ovens were already ticking when I let myself in at half four, and Mr Okafor had left the rye proving under a damp cloth, the way you always said he would. I scraped the bench down with the dough knife until the old flour came up in pale ribbons, and I thought about the three of us at Nan's kitchen table last spring, arguing over whether a knot with no start and no finish could ever be drawn in one unbroken line.

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I drew it on the back of a delivery docket and Mr Okafor said it looked like a pretzel that had given up. He isn't wrong. But I kept at it until the loops sat even, then tried it again in the margin of the order book with the cheap biro that skips. Nan's old tin of biscuit cutters has nothing in it shaped like three arms that all lead back to each other, so I've decided that's the point of it.

The first batch came out at quarter to six, the crusts cracking as they cooled, and the window across the road went from black to the colour of weak tea. I wrapped two cobs in greaseproof for the signal box man and left a third on the sill for whoever walks past with their collar up. Nobody asked where the loaves came from, which suits me.

You'll say I'm soft, and maybe I am. I've set my alarm for four so I can keep the promise the knot seems to make, that whatever goes round comes back to the same place. Come home at Easter and I'll have the first loaf out for you, still warm enough to hurt your fingers. Love, Bea.