Bank stop

I ate my "Asian vegetarian" meal, drank my glass of wine and watched The Accountant. I spread out over three seats and got a few uncomfortable hours sleep before being disgorged at Heathrow.

Back through security I get the Chanel refills for Claire that Philly had been unable to provide. A quick brunch from Pret and it's back on the Edinburgh flight, which arrives early. I'm still drinking my coffee when my bag appears on the carousel and I juggle belongings onto the airport bus.

I stand dazed outside the Usher Hall waiting for the West Linton bus. The posters proclaim high culture (and John Williams). The 2:30 is almost empty, the traffic is light, so I get to the Gordon Arms (under new management - again) with plenty of time to stand in front of the fire and drink a pint of Heavy.

Chorizo and kidney beans from Scotmid, a lucky dip from the post office and a ten minute wait outside the bank later, I'm on the 93 to Castlecraig. Looking forward to getting home, but not Angus's party tonight.