On the back of a motorbike (preferred being on the front but can't do that anymore....), with the wind in my helmet and bugs in my teeth!

Or standing on top of St Catherine's Chapel Hill, Abbotsbury. My granfer used to farm that hill (cattle) and it was our Sunday habit to go help with the milking, walk up to the chapel, eat a picnic tea then go down to the beach to get fresh mackerel that came in on the evening tide with the seine netters.

LTS