Fake stone. It slipped quietly into our culture as part of the aesthetic atrocities committed in the sixties. It was found guilty, incarcerated, then, I understood, they threw away the key. A decade later, stick-and-stoney-brick-things made a reappearance under the suspect cover of the big DIY. Like a burgeoning Disney theme park, pretend houses built from compound, twigs, and hay became the norm.
Scottish Stone is in demand. Bizzarely, as a nation we export it at three times the price we import stone from abroad. So the good stuff, sorry the great stuff, the high quality, deep, dense, beautiful stone is being used to build fabulous buildings – but not here. Not in Scotland. For clarity: somewhere else. Instead we use the cheap, imported stuff. But stone is stone