First attempt I turned back not trusting my ability in the snow to reach the top with no winter equipment. After a spot of lunch and talking to some local experienced walkers, I gave it another shot. All I could think of was 'How am I going to get back down safely?' and this gave me a fear of heights but each time I thought about turning back, someone descending encouraged me upwards until I reached the summit. Bagged North, Middle and South summits but won't log them separately (they're not significantly different to warrant separate entries). Coming down was easier than going up. I no longer worried about how to get down because I was going down... and thus I no longer had a fear of heights. Strange thing the mind.