I am nodding along with many of the points in this thread. Granted when I lived in the South West I would get a spike of excitement as I was about to cruise past on the 303, but the only visit I have had which I have really enjoyed, as previously mentioned, was the year we went to the solstice (although I was getting narked with some wallys climbing on stuff, which spolied it a little).

Although I've chased stones since I was about 10, I've never been much of a scholar (to my shame) as many of you fine folk are :-D. I'm really starting to appreciate that this whole thing is about emotional response - me, my sense of wonder, the mysteries it all poses to me, and my own personal journey of discovery. So somewhere has to pull those strings and tweak those dials to become a special place to me.