A worn but perfunctory warning on the side of a concrete lobster tank on a Fife harbourside.
In my mind’s eye I picture a time when the sign was freshly painted, and when the lobsters were more abundant than they, sadly, are today.
A tank full of delicious, thrashing, spiny crustaceans…
And then a young Gordon or Alistair, or somesuch, ignoring the warning, reaching in , almost losing a finger or two in the tank, and screaming pitifully for his ma….
Do.
Not.
Touch.
The.
Lobsters!
Ebb Then Flood 