SIX GERMAN FISHERMEN AND THEIR FAMILIES ESTABLISHED THIS PICTURE-PERFECT TOWN IN THE EARLY 1800S. IT’S CHANGED LITTLE SINCE.
No one alive today really knows who Peggy was. But one thing is certain, she must have been beautiful. That’s obvious to anyone visiting the tiny part of Canada’s Maritime Provinces named in her honour.
If ever a place could lure someone across the other side of the globe as a must-see town to visit, this is it.
Images of the quintessential Canadian fishing community known as Peggy’s Cove burst with colour and charm on the internet and from the pages of travel books. And for once, the reality lives up to the hype.
That’s why hordes of summer daytrippers come in their cars and tour coaches to get to know “Peggy” better – to meet the locals, to rock-hop the massive granite boulders left by the last ice age, or capture her lighthouse image in perfect light with a pink and purple sky after sunset.
On the walk from the Nova Scotia Visitor Information Centre carpark, the story of Peggy’s Cove unfolds.
Red, blue and green vessels – big and small with names such as Harbour Mist, Hunger and Thirst, Providence I, Miss Peggy’s Cove
and Reverence – lie at anchor, mirrored in the calm waters they sit in.
Gabled-roof homes appear with exteriors ranging from bright burgundy, teal, and maroon to more reserved lemon, beige and cornflour blue.
Weathered grey boatsheds by the small docks contrast with masses of wildflowers and greenery growing around granite boulders that seem to have popped up like mushrooms out of the earth.
Visitors eat lobster rolls while sitting in vibrantly painted settlers’ chairs, looking out over the narrow inlet to the pounding waves.
Yellow and blue lobster crates are piled high on docks scattered with nets and fishing line. An old wooden boat, left out in the elements, has the paintwork of the name
Freedom ’55 peeling away.
And from afar, the tourist “ants” scamper around the lighthouse and rocky shoulder.
Six German fishermen and their families established the town in the early 1800s.
It’s changed little since that time. An information board explains to visitors that in the early days, these families caught haddock, cod and pollock, which they brought to shore and cleaned, split and salted to preserve for shipment around the world.
The mouth of the cove was made easier to navigate in the early 1900s by blasting with dynamite to clear the area of large rocks. The large chunks were wrapped in chains and towed by two boats to shore as the tide came in.
As fish populations began to decline towards the end of the 20th century, several families banded together to sustain the village’s livelihood and the way of life that had been existing for generations.
While they operate independently, they work together where possible to continue the tradition and protect their livelihoods.
Mackerel, bluefin tuna and lobster make up the bulk of catches these days.
The Cape Island boats are now made from fibreglass rather than wood, and powered by engines instead of sails and oars.
And chasing and finding their catch is made easier with state-of-the-art navigational aids.
Tourism began to overtake fishing in economic importance to Peggy’s Cove after World War II.
The main attraction is Peggy’s Point Lighthouse, built in 1915 and one of Canada’s most-photographed.
Hours peel away here while being entertained by the power of the sea at the natural amphitheatre of granite, worn smooth by the pounding waves, and in