My favourite place on earth is my bed, but that is probably not what you are asking.
I love British broadleaf woodland in late spring. The dappled shade from bright, light green leaves fluttering in the breeze on the golden brown leaf litter from last year underfoot. Each tree is different, from the shiny white peeling bark of a silver birch, through the metalic trunks of beech trees, to rugged oaks and even more rugged chestnut trees.
Huge swathes of bluebells coat the ground for about 2 weeks in May or June. It's an amazing sight.
Birds sing and insects buzz. The new leaves whisper and rustle. The old leaves scrunch and rattle as I walk through them.
Fresh spring growth is so fragrant and full of life.
Broadleaf woodland in spring sunshine always makes me smile.