IN some very real sense, I and my family can say we are disciples of the über-eco slow-living movement. Some would claim that slow living is unavoidable in the Highlands, where, famously, even mañana smacks too much of urgency. Nonetheless, our support for the buy-local element of ‘slow’ is enthusiastic. For example, we do our best to eat locally produced food: organic veg and beer from the Black Isle, venison from the hill, trout from the loch, lamb from the next-door farm.
I ’fess up to having bought Moroccan raspberries, but I can probably buy a carbon credit or wear repurposed tweed
