My dad, who died in 1987, used to call Salcombe in the South Hams of Devon "the promised land". Whenever we returned from being away he would say "the promised land" out loud in the car. Maybe to him it represented real home, security and a freedom, away from the horrors of WW2 in those dark years before 1945.
Because of my illness, I have been unable to get to the South Hams this year, so far. I really miss it. It is, without doubt, the best place on Earth. Some of the unspoilt coastal walks are just spectacularly beautiful. I hope to get back there before too long.