With the first(?) storm of 2021 the oelnbret finally gave in. It was designed by my father (who in my opinion was a pretty good artist, see portrait at the bottom) to little critical acclaim according to my mom. OK, it was a bit out of the ordinary without the usual swans etc. but It was an owl (which is what ‘oel’ means in Dutch dialect) and therefore fitting :).
Anyways. It had been up there for about 40, if not almost 50 years and decided to come down. This triggered a long due action to mend a hole in the roof there and thoughts about replacing the original with a fresh copy. The old one will become decoration in the house when the time is there. Maybe next to my dad’s drawings.
