Private Beachfront real estate anyone?

Yes this is the kind of back yard or front yard not uncommon to the Bowen Island resident - a private beach no less. Bowen Island was full of pretty scenery, quiet bays and roads that mindlessly meandered along, only to taper off into the rainforest or unfortunately too often - someones backyard. No one seemed to care though, it was imagined that you were local in fact. Example....
We were driving along, just minding our own business when Olivia spotted a "horsey" hanging its head over a wooden fence under a canopy of tree branches in an effort to escape the rain. We had stopped so she could have a look when a car pulls up; a woman asks us if we have a phone, and whether we could call "The Culvilles", and ask them when they might be picking up their Grandson. She explained that she had picked her own son up from the beach where he had met his friend. The boy's Grandparents were meant to pick him up over an hour ago. She would have taken him home, but his bike would not fit in her car. As it was, she was having to take a painfully slow journey behind them, as the boy in question and her son made the long trip home (presumeably they had been dropped off with their bikes). So with that information in hand we said "sure, what is the number?"
"I don't know", said the woman, "Don't you know it?"
"Err, nuh! We don't know them", we assured her.
The woman looked so disappointed, but thanked us all the same and drove off. I thought after, why don't you just ask the Grandson for the number???? It was a bit wierd.
Maybe due to the lack of adequate signage on the island "The Culvilles" had become disorientated and had been circling Bowen Island's own McKillerney Lake for the past hour unable to determine where and how they might exit - it is possible!