1954:

Despite dire warning of 30cm, so far I have maybe a whole half inch where it’s drifted into the corner of the patio (and bare at the other end): I think it’s a squib, although I may be shovelling hard come morning.

It’s useful when you have slush that will refreeze, so the grit/sand gets frozen into the surface. But yeah, cars would make short work of it.

Vast under-prosecution, I’m sure.

Really? Huh, that is weird.

That said, if my patio really ices up then I do use grit because it won’t hurt the ducks when they eat it.

Yeah, but you’d want to know what you were entitled to to make sure the butcher wasn’t ripping you off!

We only salt (with crushed rock salt), it’s just that we call it grit, I guess for historical reasons dating back to when actual grit was used.

No way a wild nursing bitch would go over to eat that bowl of meat with a person standing next to it.

Just saw headlights on the (closed) main road and was about to tut ferociously, but then I realised it was the gritter: crack on, that man!

It must have been a nightmare trying to keep track.

I found it interesting, old gardening techniques like burying a paving slab a meter below an apple tree to stunt the taproot development (pre-dwarfing rootstock).