'I visited the seaside town less than hour on train that's the perfect antidote to London's rat race'

Igrew up metres from the seaside, amongst the rugged rocks and sweeping beaches of eastern Scotland. As such, each sardine-esque commute through London makes me yearn for brisk salt air, as though I'm some sort of Victorian woman suffering from hysteria. I imagine the capital's smog levels these days are much the same?

If this sounds familiar, I highly recommend a day trip to Folkestone , a delightful town just over an hour from Central London. Setting off on an unseasonably glum day, prospects were instantly brightened upon arrival at the winding Old High Street.

A cobbled pathway through cosy cafés, quaint knick-knack shops and the odd wine bar leads you down towards the water's edge, ending just metres from the area's pride and joy: The Station. Formally a Victorian railway stop, th