I can hear whole groups of people. I can’t hear what they are saying. Sometimes they walk past the bothy on the path. Sometimes they walk through the bothy – right through the walls and out the other side. When they do that, they seem to be coming into the bothy at a point halfway up the wall and then descending into the room and then climbing out of it again as they pass through the other wall. I hear the voices coming and then going. Today I shouted to them. No response. I’m not sure I wanted a response. That might have been even more frightening.
I did a test. I lit the most enormous fire. No effect. The wood pile was undiminished and the bothy was still cold as ice. Cold as death.