📍Barnhill, Isle of Jura, Argyll PA60 7XW, UK
1946 – 1949“I had lived in a great many places — a bungalow in India where I was born, Henley-on-Thames as a boy, police quarters in Burma, flophouses in Paris and London, trenches in Spain, a bombed-out flat in wartime London. After my wife Eileen died in 1945, I wanted somewhere far from it all where my small son Richard could run free. In April 1946 I came to Barnhill, an empty farmhouse at the northern tip of Jura, miles down a rough track from the nearest road. The post came three days a week; the nearest telephone was twenty-odd miles away. My sister Avril kept house, I grew vegetables, fished and kept a few animals, and I typed in an upstairs room with a paraffin heater beside me. One summer our little boat was caught in the Corryvreckan whirlpool off the island's tip, with Richard aboard, and we were lucky to scramble ashore. The damp did my lungs no good, but I finished Nineteen Eighty-Four here in December 1948. It was the most peaceful place I ever lived.”
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