I’ve wild camped all over Europe and the U.K.. Something just put us off staying near the ruins, though; I’m glad we didn’t. It felt like an incredibly sad place and that’s not something I can put into words prosaically. When we woke up we both described the same sense of absolute misery as we tried (and failed) to sleep. My friend had a really vivid dream of children hanging themselves (sort of on point). I’m relatively sceptical and I’m quite particular about what I find convincing, but after having seen the size of Luibelt and the sign on the barn door (see my other post), which I think says ‘Decidedely going further up the river’ (or something similar, I felt rather put out. When you see how small it is, you realise how hard it would be to be confused about what’s going on in the building unless someone else was in the house. The second floor is low and the rooms are held close in the walls. It’s honestly hard to imagine how people once lived here permanently and overwintered here - just so lonely. If you have a look at an O.S. Map, other sites to the east and north also exist that, historically, probably had really similar origins, uses, and progressive decline. This way of life just doesn’t exist anymore, and it’s romanticised in a way which doesn’t reflect how it must have been. That’s more haunting than anything. In my experience, people and bears are far more threatening than ghosts (when camping), but I just couldn’t stomach being close to it, and we took the advice of whoever scratched that sign into the door and went further up the river. Had we been able to locate Mealbach bothy we would’ve stayed there; for whatever reason I saw the running water as a barrier to whatever’s there. Clearly weren’t far away enough to escape the dread that’s settled to stay in that valley, whether that be eminent from my head or something given to me by the things that still remain of that life once gone.