On this day, a life-size prop is a powerful magnet for make believe. With its bow pointing straight to a fishing harbour and its stern face on to a fish plant, it is truly of the place.
“Lobster,” cries out Noah enthusiastically. “I’ve got another one,” Nellie shouts into a gust of wind. They are a crew of two, 50 metres from the shoreline, scrabbling across the grass and scooping up lobsters in their tiny hands. Dressed for the occasion, they are well bundled in rain slicks to protect them from buffeting northwesters.