While on holiday in Wales, my brother, friends and I decided to climb Tryfan, a mountain next to Snowdon. The climb was trickier than we thought and we were getting tired and lost. Being February, there weren’t many other walkers. After climbing over a ridge, that seemed to be the top, there was yet another one, on which a man appeared, sitting on a rock. He was strangely dressed, almost old fashioned, and greeted us with a wave then guided us to an easier pathway. He never really spoke, but the path was less arduous and much safer. At the top of Tryfan we realised he had disappeared. We’re certain he was a mountain spirit guide.