As I look at this photo I'm reminded by the Sting lyrics:
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
I can't remember whether there was a wind and whether it blew from east or west, we weren't on a field, not even on barley, but you don't have to be factually accurate to hit the emotional spot.
We were on a day trip to Loviisa and found our way into an old, long abandoned, fortress. It was a rather easy climb to the top of the fortress, with a pleasant view to the surroundings. The top of the wall was growing grass, but it didn't stop us exploring it. And at the end of the wall we jumped off...
...well not exactly jumped, but the climb was rather steep.