That was one of my regular favorites,pick up a bag of fish n chips in Aberystwyth and eat them in a lay-by over looking the sea. Used to do same up in Hebrides where i lived, big bag of chips and sausage in Stornoway and sit by sea to eat them. Magic.
As a young kid i loved digging out a deep hollow in the sand dune bank, pulling my anorak over my knees and zipping it up to my neck, with my hood on pulled all round my face listening to the wind,waves seabirds and sand grains rustling across my hood.
As a trooper i did a similar thing in my arctic bivvy bag and listened to the distant seabirds in sub-zero temp while nice and toasty in my bag, the reason i was there temporarily forgot.
Funny i still enjoy this act of cocooning,even now at my senile age, listening to the geese roosting, the light drizzle on my hood and a glass of sambuca to help with the memories.