In a beechwood

My daughter was here for a flying visit, quite literally. After a relaxing lunch in town I drove her to the airport.  I assumed there was an obvious drop off point, but failed to find the way in. (Don't tell me, I'd prefer to smart some more.) So I just stopped somewhere with a view of the main building and let my little one go. Probably less than a mile away, I found a stopping place by this beechwood. Best against black. (Press Large doufer)