Mrs Pegg's table.
Mrs Pegg was a peg doll that lived on the chest of drawers in the dining room of my childhood home. As the seasons shifted she became their keeper. Mrs Pegg's table became the place we displayed all our treasures as children. The fir cones, acorns and leaves of autumn; the twigs and bits of tinsel of winter; the catkins and blossoms of spring and the abundance of shells and petals in summer. Alongside this continuous flow of seasonal delights was the eclectic mix of stones, l