Hmmm. Well, North Wales does have the advantage of an excellent guidebook and lots of easily accessible routes; and so (seeing as we OM members are as far as I can see nearly all English) will rank disproportionately highly. I don't really agree with Tryfan N ridge being the best, it has to be the easiest to get to, but until you get up level with the start of the Heather Terrace it's a chossy mess. Much nicer start to head round below the Milestone Buttress, up the damp scrotty gully with the huge hold, over milestone continuation which I've never seen anyone on, and then up the north ridge from there. Much less staggering around on eroded scree and boulders, as long as you can get over the granny stopper at the bottom of the gully.
Otherwise in Snowdonia how about up Clogwyn y Parson, over Crib Goch and down the N ridge back over to the Cromlech boulders, that's agreat afternoon. Or up the Cneifion arete, central gully on tryfan takes you through some grand scenery without ever being difficult. Some of these are pretty stiff as scrambles but readily protected and the technical bits are short. Similarly the Cwfry arete on Cader. Ghyll scrambling fits into a separate category, though I can only think of 2 routes like this in Snowdonia - Bryant's gully, and the one down by Conglog - then a weekend in Langdale can really spice up the scrambling fun. (I even took my mum, who won't let her age be disclosed, up Stickle Gill in high water, and she still tells everyone about it...).
Up in the land of proper hills ;-) then Aonach Eagach is pretty straightforward after the chancellor is despatched but a great day for the views, if you get them. An teallach is still a firm favourite, and if youy take a rope for the ab off the third pinnacle then Sgurr nan Gillean's Pinnacle Ridge is a fantstic mountain day, even in the pouring rain, but serious - loose rock in places, plus the interesting ab. But as Joan Collins has already said memories of routes are always affected by the people we do them with, the weather, the food, the midges etc. So one of my best memories has to be on Curved ridge on the Buchaille. After zipping up the ridge in light rain we sat on Crowberry Tower in a bothy bag to have lunch of avocado, mayo and spring onion rolls with pepper washed down with elderflower cordial. However the ghost of Dougal Hston had his revenge for such a bunch of mincing southern pansies... as we got out of the bag and I shook it to put it away, a huge bowl of water that had accumulated on the roof flew in the air and landed precisely on my head. "Man drowns in freak crowberry tower accident" would have made an interesting front cover for the P&J.
Sorry about that, when I get started I do go on a bit eh.
