Colonel Rogers’ daughter, Mrs. Keith (Marianne) Morrow remembers that furniture, and compared with most cottages’ cast-offs from people’s town houses, it all seemed pretty elegant . The Morrows were moved about all over Canada by the C.B.C., for which Keith worked, and for their two sons the one consistent point in their lives was the cottage at Stanhope.

The Morrows have spent all or part of every summer here since 1953, and know the area very well indeed. Marianne Morrow remembers the heronry on Robinson’s (Rustico) Island: It was fantastic; in the first weeks of July the young birds were in the nests, which were built close together on the very tops of the spruce trees, and were large, floppy, messy affairs. The parent birds would fly in a graceful glide, small fish in their beaks, and feed their young. Some- times the young from a nest next door would try to snatch the catch; the cacophony of sound from the squabbles that ensued was unfor- gettable. We would watch the foxes in their lairs many times we were privileged to see two young cubs playing together in the early evening, while mother fox watched from a sand hill nearby. A most interesting phenomenon connected with Covehead Bay is described by Marianne Morrow — phosphorescence — 0n dark nights towards the end of August in some years the Bay would be alight with a sparkling substance. In the 1950s, when yard lights and cars were scarce, we saw this many times. The most magnificent display occurred on a dark windy night in August, 1958; the shallow bay was tossed with waves, the sky utterly dark. Each of the thousands of small waves broke in a cascade of showering light. As far as the eye could see, millions of little lights stretched into the distance. Boats tossing in the bay were outlined in an eerie glow of light as the waves broke against them. With the Hyndmans and the Malcolms we went to the shoreline and scooped the water up in buckets; we took it back to the garage, and there, in the darkness and out of the wind, we dipped our hands in it and saw the fingers outlined in the eerie glow. We flung fistfuls of water into the air and watched it fall in showers of little lights. We have been fortunate enough to see this beautiful sight many times since, but too often these days passing cars spoil the fun as their lights shine on the water, disturbing the darkness essential for a proper appreciation of the magic sight. If anyone who lives along the bay has not experienced this phenomenon, I can only suggest that on dark nights towards the end of August they watch carefully for signs of it. I ts an unforgettable experience!

The Morrow cottage was sold to Walter Auld 1n 1978; Keith and Marianne built a year-round house in 197172 on land bought from Mrs. Eleanor Misener in 1970, on the Bayshore Road but nearer Stanhope Corner, and with access from Stanhope Lane.

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