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The Scottish island where George Orwell created 1984

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George Orwell escaped to a remote Scottish island to created his final masterpiece - the dystopian classic 1984.Going into the Corryvreckan whirlpool is a heart-stopping experience even when conditions are relatively benign. It hits quite suddenly as you are passing through the narrow stretch of sea between the islands of Jura and Scarba. One side of the boat drops away and you find yourself sitting on the deck. Then the other side goes and you are grabbing on to the guard rail to stop yourself sliding in the opposite direction.
Orwell's boat got into trouble in Corryvecken on the way back from a picnic
It must have felt something like this when George Orwell found himself in the throws of the Corry on the way back from a picnic on the west side of Jura. But for him, it was so much worse than being knocked about a bit. The outboard motor was wrenched off and his young nephew, Henry, attempted to row them towards a rocky islet of Eilean Mor. As they got close, the boat capsized. Orwell emerged from underneath it and managed to drag himself and his young son on to the rocks. He and his companions and been extremely lucky. After that it was just a question of waiting until a passing fisherman spotted them and took them home, shaken, no doubt, but unharmed.
Orwell dragged himself and his son on to the rocky islet of Eilean Mor
I have come to Jura to walk in Orwell's footsteps on this beautiful Hebridean island, which lies off the Argyll coast. He was here to escape the daily grind of journalism and to find a clean environment which doctors thought would help him recover from a dangerous bout of tuberculosis. But what did he find here and did the island lifestyle have any impact on the masterpiece he was to create - 1984The road to Barnhill
The ferryman, Duncan Phillips, ties up at what he describes as a pier, but which is in fact just a big lump of concrete with an old rusting ladder driven into it. He points to a track leading over rising ground to the south and tells me Barnhill is about half an hour in that direction.I set off up the track, the sea on my left, a sloping hillside full of old oaks and other native species on the other. All I can hear is the trickle of water in the burn alongside the track and birdsong from the trees beyond.
Barnhill is on the east side of the island
At the top of the hill, Barnhill comes into view in a hollow of land on the east side of the island. Behind it is the Sound of Jura stretching away towards the hazy coastline of Argyll.
Relics from the past
Rob and Scofie Fletcher, who own the house, are expecting me. The kettle goes on the Aga and I ask if there are any relics in the house from the time that Orwell lived here with his young adopted son, Richard. Rob knows the history of the house because it was his grandparents who rented it to Orwell back in the 1940s. He thinks for a minute and then suggests we take a look at the bath upstairs.
The bath at Barnhill is the same one Orwell used
It's a solid cast iron affair with big claw feet and deep, deep stains from the peaty water delivered by the house's private supply. We stand for a moment imagining the famous author marinating in the bath like a steaming cup of strong tea.
Battering out the novel
Down the corridor is Orwell's bedroom. It was here that he completed the manuscript for 1984. He had been unable to get a typist to the island to batter out a fair copy of the novel for his publisher. So he had to do it himself. Sitting in bed, powered by cups of tea, hand-rolled cigarettes and perhaps the occasional mug of gin.
Hard place
Rob runs his finger across the wall above the bed. It is damp with condensation. He says: "If you're staying here in the wintertime and there's condensation running down the walls and you're just trying to get by on a daily basis and feed yourself and look after your family and look after your children, it seems like a hard enough place to operate. "But if you throw in trying to write a very important book, I really don't understand how he managed to combine all those things. And managed to get the book finished when he was terminally ill."It is a sobering thought. That this classic of dystopian literature actually killed the man who wrote it in these beautiful but harsh surroundings.Isle of Jura
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