The snow-clad mountain lurching behind the tree at the top of this set of images is Tryfan, a mountain that has touched most of the outdoor-orientated folks I know in one way or another. I remember it for terrifying icy winter scrambles, oh, and watching my partner being helicopter-lifted from a decent route. A couple of friends will definitely remember the top of the mountain as the place they became engaged to be married. Another chap we know probably treats it with great respect after dislocating his shoulder on the way down. Once you have walked, scrambled or climbed the north ridge route of this hill, it distills the contradictory mix of outright respect and just plain rocky fun into everyone who passes that way.