This one is my favourite one, just reminds me of long walks in warm drizzle of autumn, down on our local estuary. Smell of sweet wood fires, crunch of shale, birds calling. Magic :-)
I haven't been to this place since about 1998 (think Prodigal 2 was about five at the time) and I was pleasently surprised how nice it was. Took Prodigal 1 and his daughter, both had never been before (P1 was a sulky teen when I went last, so he hadn't joined us on that occasion). Brisk walk on an autumn day - what could've been nicer?