233 Ways Of Depicting A Tantalising Tattoo Talent

Today we took a trip over to Rochester to donate some of our book based decluttering to a charity shop and to 'reward' ourselves for our good deed by treating ourselves to brunch.
Once we'd deposited several heavy bags worth of myriad redundant tomes at Oxfam we headed to The Cheese Rooms for a brunch of delicious toasted sarnies and a round of strong cappuccinos. 
It was a lovely Spring day so we then decided to take a leisurely amble from the town centre out to The Nags Head for a pint. It's very much a traditional boozer with a public bar, a saloon bar, fruit machines, a pool table, a regular at the bar spouting forth to anyone who is prepared to listen about the state of the country whilst teasing and gently winding up the bar staff and, of course, a proper pub carpet! 
I also love one of the more extravagant folk tales about where the name Nags Head comes from with some tracing it back some 500 years to the age of piracy, when smugglers out at sea would get the all-clear to come ashore from an accomplice who led a horse carrying a lantern along the cliff top.
Today's images were taken just across the road from The Nags Head after we'd finished our pints. My main image is of the window of a tattoo parlour - I loved the contrast between the glorious depiction of the work of a wonderfully talented tattoo artist next to the very utilitarian door of a neighbouring office and the column of green glazed tiles. The extra is of a series of railway arches with the central arch displaying an image of the nearby Rochester castle, with accompanying Morris dancers, encumbered by various detritus from recent building work.
On the way back to the car we still had time to visit a fantastically eclectic charity shop run by Gillingham Street Angels, who support local people affected by homelessness, financial hardship and food poverty in Medway, with my favourite item having to be a stuffed boar's head ensconced in a bicycle side car! We were even asked, rather at random, by the shopkeeper if we knew what type of plane a wooden model sitting on one of the shelves was - our suggestion was either a World War II Lancaster or Wellington bomber. 
A slightly odd but nevertheless enjoyable day!