It’s fun to watch the show on the beach. There’s a man with a dog - the beach isn’t off-limits to them - and he’s frantically digging a hole, spewing sand out in a roostertail behind him. And there’s a little boy who is too impressed by the crashing waves to want to be dragged down to the sea’s edge by his mother. There are two overly-tanned women of indeterminate age sunning themselves, bra-less and with only a string between their nether-cheeks. There’s a couple eating a home-cooked lunch out of Tupperware. And a lot of retirees just enjoying each other and the sun-and-sand-and-sea. The surfers tend to ignore them.