We used to drive around a hairpin bend in the middle of some woodlands, past the burnt out remains of a cottage in the middle of nowhere as part of the route to my boarding school.
I always thought I'd buy it when I grew up, although as all that was left was 2 partial walls, one of them the chimney wall I don't know how I thought I was going to live in it.
It had been like that for long enough there was a towering tree growing in what would have been a room.
If you go there now, you have to know there used to be a building there to find it at all.