This is: The Portuguese Connection (2012)
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Well that all took somewhat longer than expected, thanks to Heathrow's propensity to descend into chaos at the slightest hint of suboptimal weather (which, funnily enough, is not particularly uncommon in the UK). Bruce and I once more said our temporary goodbyes at the point where the Arrivals and Flight Transfers signs diverged, and I pressed on through Security to Terminal 5's Galleries First lounge, home of the BA gold card holder. I had some lunch from the buffet and was pleased, if a little sceptical, to see that my connection to Edinburgh was still showing as on-time.
In due course, the planned departure time slipped, and slipped again.
(Link to flight log in side panel)
Given the various delays, arrival into my home airport within an hour of the scheduled time - just! - seemed not too bad. I collected my luggage, picked up my car and drove home to reflect on the kaleidoscopic memories of another fabulous trip.