‘Sometimes it feels like I might be the only person awake in the whole country. People might find that a lonely thought. Not me…’
As the rest of the world sleeps, the Gritterman goes out to work.
Through the wind and the snow. Through the blue-black hours when time slips away, he grits the paths and the pavements and the roads. For him, a life without gritting is no life at all…A song for the unsung hero, this is a story about stoicism, dignity and a man leaving behind the work that he loves.
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