Frisson in Folkestone

I have, perhaps on one or more occasions, extolled the virtues of listening to certain music while travelling. This includes the likes of Angus and Julia Stone, David Bowie, a-ha, George Michael, a real mixture of past-meets-present. And the atmosphere created when the two experiences combine is one of frisson-inducing, zen-like beauty. In case you need me to clarify, 'frisson', generally, refers to a thrilling sensation, but this has also been used to refer to the goosebumps/chills you get when emotionally affected by music. And given how much I love travel, this only makes the journey better, especially when you're a passenger who can simply sit back and enjoy the ride. I mention this because obviously this was my experience for the day while travelling back from the sunny seaside town of Folkestone - my favourite seaside town. It is just so unique and artsy, full of hidden galleries and photogenic alleyways, as well as possessing quite a long high street, perfect for shopping or eating, and an utterly gorgeous stretch of sandy beach and glimmering ocean. Although the real gem was enjoying a classic pub lunch shepherds pie inside a former-church-turned-Wetherspoons, a little off the beaten track.
And speaking of 'off the beaten track', do you ever get that SatNav that seems intent on taking you through every little back road to avoid a few cones on the motorway? There, of course, silver linings to these seemingly random detours, such as passing through several stretches of countryside, tree tunnels, and small villages, all of which pleased my inner countryphile. Thank God I live where I do!