Close-up of a forearm with a colourful watercolour-style fox sitting beside blue and orange flowers, placed on the inner wrist area.

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Watercolour fox and flowers on a forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

A fox sits upright with its tail curled around its side, wearing a small pink flower crown on its head. Soft, painterly shading in orange, white and rust gives the fox a watercolour look, with blurred edges and no hard outlines. Blue and orange flowers sit to its right, and the composition is centred on the forearm against a plain white background.

Forearm Fox Flower Flower crown

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fox came aboard at Stoke Lock with its tail already wrapped round its legs, as if it had been waiting all winter for someone to carry it. Nell Carrow looked at it, looked at the water behind it, and said the barge was not a ferry. The fox sat on the cabin roof and said nothing, which her father would have called good manners.

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They went down the river with the hull low under a load of coal and the reeds leaning over them. At every lock the fox got down, trotted ahead along the towpath, and came back with a flower in its mouth, blue or orange, and laid it on the tiller. Nell asked where it found flowers in November. The fox looked at her as though the question was rude, so she let it go.

At Abbot's Weir the river had risen over the lock gates and the keeper had gone home to his supper. Nell thought they would have to tie up for the night. The fox went up the bank and sat in the middle of the path until the keeper's wife came out with a lamp to see what the noise was. Nell never learned what the fox said to her. The woman fetched the key, the gates swung open, and the fox climbed back aboard wearing a crown of pink blossom that had not been there before.

Her father used to say a debt paid in flowers is still a debt. When they moored at the Hythe that evening, Nell found a bunch of cornflowers tucked under the tiller, the fox gone, and one sack of coal missing from the hold. She did not go looking for it. She kept the cornflowers pressed in the almanac until the paper went brown at the edges.