Fisherman's Blues

It's a bit strange how empty the beaches are, here. We're getting slightly paranoid that everyone heads off somewhere everyday that we don't know about. Still, the beach we've been going to is a stone's throw from our tent, it's quiet, beautiful and clean. What more could we want?
We have fallen into a routine of breakfast (croissants and coffee) outside the tent followed by a lazy start to the day where the children lie around on their beds and D and I sit outside reading. After lunch (salad, baguette, ham & cheese) we pack up and head to the beach for a few hours. After showering and changing we head out to dinner, either at 'The Shack' on site (excellent pizzas this evening) or into town.
My photo is the fisherman who arrive back every day mid-afternoon and get hauled up from the beach by tractor.
There's a band on site this evening. We're wondering if they know any Accelerants numbers??