Black outline drawing of two overlapping triangles resembling mountain peaks, in a geometric style, on a plain off-white background.

Two overlapping mountain triangles

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows two overlapping triangles with thick black outlines, sitting on a shared horizontal baseline, resembling a pair of mountain peaks. The taller triangle is on the right and the smaller one on the left, and their edges cross where they meet. The lines are solid and even with a slight speckled texture, and the design is shown in black on a pale background with no colour.

Geometric Mountain Triangle Peak Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth Calloway had the sightlines worked out before I had my boots laced. We were supposed to be fixing a trig pillar on Scarth Fell, a squat concrete stump the Ordnance Survey had abandoned in 1962, but Ruth had been sketching in the back of her notebook since the car park. Two peaks, she said, one tall and one short, sharing a baseline of grey shale. The tall one was where you stood to look down on the world. The short one was where you stood to see the tall one.

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We climbed the short peak first because Ruth's knee would not take the steeper route. The rain came in sideways off Ennerdale and I spent the ascent cursing the wet laces on my gloves. At the top she unfolded the theodolite on its three legs, levelled the bubble with the patience of a woman who had taught me long division, and sighted across the saddle. The tall peak wavered in the lens, then steadied. Its shoulder sat exactly where the old survey said it would, a bruise of heather and scree.

'Your father stood here,' she said, without looking up. 'Summer of seventy-four. He wanted to marry me and thought the view would do the asking.' I laughed, and she told me to hush, because the reading had gone wrong and a bad angle would put the pillar two yards out. We worked until the light thinned. When she finally packed the instrument, she tapped the notebook against her palm and tore out the page with the two triangles on it.

'Give that to the surveyors,' she said. 'They like a sketch they can frame.' I folded it into my coat. It was only on the drive down that I looked at it properly and saw what she had drawn where the two bases met: a small neat cross marking the point where the lines of sight crossed, with one word beside it in her looping hand. Here.