Childhood memories

When I was about 10, we had a group excursion to our highest hill called Munamägi, which seemed that time and still seems, very far away. I remember vividly that at the bottom of the hill there was a little kiosk, which sold tea and cottage donuts, the way Estonians makes them, not as made in US. I remember their taste and the look of the kiosk so vividly. So I returned there 25 years later to found the little architectural wonder still standing there, but unfortunately abandoned. I just took a moment to take photos of it before it falls to the unknown of the universe....