Out of scale.

We've made it to London on Loganair - Scotlands national airline. Strong winds  and storms gave the flight a distinctive  'Shaken and stirred' feel. Refreshments came in the form of not one, but two, Tunnocks caramel wafers. The little propellor aircraft must be the smallest to come into Heathrow. It feels ridiculously out of scale next door to the Air Chinas 777's. With landing slots costing millions our presence is presumably thanks to some heavily subsidized government regional transport strategy. The airline uses Terminal 2 which promises a ' world class passenger experience from arrival to departure'. The unsmiling staff at security clearly haven't read the terminals website.

The flight back this evening leaves at 6:50 and is scheduled to land two hours later. This is a slightly awkward timing. By the we get to St Andrews on our way home it will be 9:15 and the chances of getting  a table for dinner in  the week after Easter is remote. 'The Font' is more hopeful. The American golfers like to eat at six and then head off to the bars to savour a dram or two of 'Scotch'. It is to be hoped that a table later in the evening will be available.

The ducks we passed in the chapel garden yesterday afternoon seem to be inured to this weather 

I'm still not sure whether Havana Syndrome is a thing :https://theness.com/neurologicablog/what-to-make-of-havana-syndrome/