I loved this film and I went to Ibiza with a female friend and her young son, the first time I had been abroad for 17 years, after my divorce. We asked a barman if we could take our chairs and table onto the beach and drink our wine there, just like Shirley Valentine. It was the end of the season and we were the only ones there, watching the sun going down. Not quite the same because the back two legs of my chair slowly sank into the sand and I had to be hauled out of it trying not to let go of my wine, and whilst we were laughing hysterically.
When I watched the film again I realised her chair was on a solid floor, not sand!