The Griendthut

Today we were in the Biesbosch. A water area at the border of Noord Brabant and South Holland. It is a row area for over hundreds of years.

In outlying areas the wicker worker was sometimes six days a week from home; far from home.
Hours running or rowing to get there; Monday morning in the dark all around and at Saturday night back home. A week long heels, toil and towing, with cold nights in the 'Griendthut'; initially a hut made ​​of willow branches and reeds, later of wood or even stone. 'Pilot whale-owl' they called him derisively; unobtrusive, but always present in the wood. So he looked, as was his nature: chunky and tough, indestructible and despite all efforts: return year after year.