Mouldy old figs.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Robert Browning. English poet, 1812-1889.

These dried figs from, I think, Turkey have been quietly mouldering away, forgotten for the last 3 years, at the back of the kitchen cupboard. I winder if the mould is Turkish, or Scottish?

The mould is best seen through the looking glass.