As we have learned, from time to time the so-called “real world” catches up with Hooting Yard in quite charming ways. And what could be more charming, and more like something I made up, than the chance to adopt a lobster? I have to say I am extremely impressed that the National Lobster Hatchery, which offers this splendid opportunity, insists that the first stage of the process is to Name Your Lobster. Thus is the act of naming given its proper, paramount importance.
These conscientious lobsterists at the Hatchery have gone to the trouble of listing all their thousands of adopted lobsters, at the point where they are released into the wild, and so will your adopted lobster appear on the website when its turn comes. Note my assumption that you will be adopting a lobster as soon as you have finished reading this. Do not let me down.
While I do not wish to dictate in so important a matter as lobster nomenclature, I cannot help thinking that it would be a fine thing indeed if the waters around Padstow were to have clacking about in them lobsters named after your favourite Hooting Yard characters, such as Dobson, Tiny Enid, Old Halob, Dennis Beerpint, Little Severin The Mystic (Badger) Lobster, and the rest. Go on, you know it makes sense.
Please leave a note in the comments when you have named and adopted your lobster.
My adopted lobster is named ‘Babinsky’. Very good value, though the £1.20 for postage and packing was an enigmatic extra.
Give me a few minutes but for all the names from Hooting Yard I’m still tempted to go with Gérard de Nerval. When he’s of consumable size I assume he will be shipped on ice.
A splendid start! I like to think of Babinsky and Gérard de Nerval hanging around together in Hooting Yard Lobster Club.
The Lobster Bisque Committee?
I blame Salvador Dali.
As do I OSM, for everything.
Bobnit Tivol has assumed corporality.
And I’ve got a certificate to prove it: