Whatever Floats Your Boat On Dry Land

Today we took a quick zip over to Upper Upnor, principally to have a pint at the wonderfully characterful Tudor Rose pub, which I have blipped about on a couple of previous occasions.
Before any pint based activity we thought we should take in a small constitutional down the village's cobbled High Street with its expansive views across the River Medway towards Chatham.
This is when we came across a delightful little black and white cat stationed outside the entrance of Upnor Castle, the village's very own Elizabethan artillery fort. It appeared to be quite amenable to our presence as it let out a couple of welcoming meows and was more than happy to be stroked and have its tummy tickled. It then proceeded to follow us as we strolled down to the nearby shoreline and back again, occasionally stopping for even more stroking and tummy tickling, until we returned to exactly where we first met it and it stopped in its tracks without so much as a wave goodbye! :-)
When we entered the Tudor Rose and ordered our pints we mentioned the cat to the landlady and she immediately replied that all the locals just call it "castle cat" and that nobody knows who actually owns it but that everyone feeds it titbits and really enjoys its friendly demeanour.
My main image was taken in Upper Upnor right on the shoreline - there was just something I liked about the colours of this upturned boat sitting on the orange painted planks of wood and the tendrils of the plant tumbling over its surface.
My extra is a line of more upended boats that I managed to capture in Lower Upnor, Upper Upnor's sister village, about half a mile away and I then realised that although we'd been surrounded by water on our micro trip I somehow managed to take two shots of waterborne craft on dry land!