There's precious little from the Victorian era in my neck of the woods, as well. My dad's family emigrated to Southern California by way of Manchester, UK, in 1911. Most of the family was happy in Manchester, except for my great-grandfather who grew to hate the weather and decided that the family would move to the Los Angeles area. Beach-going appears to have been a relatively formal affair in the teens and 20s.
No time this week for photos from me, so a couple from my grandfather, who was the family photographer for his generation. The earlier shot was taken sometime between 1911 and 1915, so a few years after Victoria's death. The picture from Venice Beach (near Santa Monica) is circa 1925, based on the ages of my dad (on the right) and his cousins.