The circular road now arcs north to the diminutive village of Camacha, where the principal attraction is a picturesque old windmill one of the last few still working on the island.
There is a working windmill on the island.
There are no working windmills on the island.
The kids are drowning.
I wasn't paying close attention when we signed the papers.
A boy reading a book.
A man wearing number 140 is running a mower.
A girl swimming in a lake.
I know what this is.