Really enjoyed the session, got inspired to write, went for a walk, fell over, broke my hand, now struggling physically to write. Sigh. But holding on to the inspiration.
There's no one inspiring place - and I think it's problematic to us if we choose just one inspirational place. So my answer is this: anywhere the birdsong quietens my racing mind, the breeze brushes my skin, and the path directs my feet to a resting place that opens my heart to the gifts of the moment I'm in.