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The ice in the marina where I moor is now over 2 inches thick, and my boat is stuck fast, imitating Shackleton's 'Fram' albeit without the penguins. On the upside, it was -8 centigrade last night and I was *still* too damn hot as the wind whipped up the stove to resemble a blast furnace. On the downside, every time a swan walks past the boat it sounds like a tank going by!
Re. the translations for 'gritters' and 'grit trucks', where do 'grits' fit in?
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