We joined the sailing club at the mine dam, a real expanse of water formed by the mud from the plant to let it settle and allow the water to evaporate, or be reclaimed. It was an open air activity for us all. I bought a half share in a dinghy and started racing. I had to get a crew as Elice refused to get into such an unstable boat. Which was just as well because we capsized so much that it became referred to as a Scottish jibe. It was a good place to go as the children could run around with other children and get cool drinks and the women could have a good chat. It was also a good way to get to know people in what was, for us, a strange community and more experience for writing about the people in Oakhaven. 

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