Been meaning to post this for ages. Still feels mental to talk about it, even now. So this happened in April 2019 near Glen Affric in the Highlands. I was on a solo hiking trip - four days in, tent, the works. Absolutely gorgeous scenery, dead quiet, no other campers for miles.
Third night, something absolutely massive moved through my campsite around 2am. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was enormous - the sound of it shifting through the bracken was like a small elephant crashing through. My dog (I had her with me) absolutely lost it, barking and growling. I've got a good torch and I actually tried to shine it toward the sound, but the batteries died. Weird, right? They were fresh Duracells.
Never saw anything clearly, but I could feel something large and warm nearby. Sounds daft, but the temperature honestly seemed to change. The smell was rank - like wet dog mixed with something mineral and ancient. My dog wouldn't stop barking until whatever it was moved off into the trees.
I packed up at first light and left. Haven't been back since, but I still think about that night constantly.