BARNHILL just as secluded as it was in Orwell’s time - and you’ll still need a boat or a 4x4 to get there. In keeping with its heroic isolation, you’ll rely on a generator for electric light and charging phones (it’s not really up to powering hair-dryers and so on), there’s a small, gas-powered fridge, and the coal-fired Rayburn takes care of the hot water. The potent cast-iron stove in the sitting room helps to warm any parts the whisky fails to reach.

Because there’s pretty much nobody there, the area is a haven for peace-seeking wildlife. A pair of sea eagles nest nearby, and vainglorious stags show themselves to best effect on the skyline. You’ll be sharing the garden with the goats as well as the deer, prompting mutual ‘And you are…?’ interrogatives as you open the back door in the morning. The bay in front of the house provides mackerel and pollock if you’ve got a spinning rod, and if you’re a fly fisherman there are nine hill lochs full of brown trout. For those who’d rather roam unencumbered by fishing gear, the caves and arches, the towering cliffs and the raised beaches – not to mention the Corryvreckan whirlpool - await you on Jura’s uninhabited north and west coasts.


The house sleeps eight and prices start at £1,000 a week.  Coal, gas and generator fuel are included. Blankets, duvets and pillows are provided, while towels and bed linen are available for £10 per person if booked in advance. Well-behaved dogs are welcome (they’ll need to bring their own beds), and we’d ask £20 per hound.

‘...Barnhill is marked, Like Orwell’s wrinkled face, with the deep grooves of those who have sojourned there. The Fletchers & the Blairs, the walkers, fireside talkers, deer stalkers, fell runners and rat race émigrés, pilgrims of the roaring silence, embracing the rugged hermitage of solitude, perched above the seal-draped bay on an island far away.’   -  Dom Shaw

Perhaps best known as the home of George Orwell, this isolated farmhouse, still under the ownership of the Fletcher family, is where the celebrated author came to escape the attentions of the London literati and find the peace and quiet he needed to write Nineteen Eighty Four.

Perhaps you’ve got a question. Perhaps you’re thinking, “Barnhill sounds absolutely magic - book me in.” Either way, please call Damaris Fletcher on +44 1786 850 274 or write her an email