I was tempted to declare here that the ladders on the south side of the Bocksberg are unworthy of the name "Klettersteig". It`s not even as if the route is redeemed by being long. A hop, skip and a jump and it`s all over. Tame! But then I remembered a course I attended in 1999. It was run by two professional squash coaches who were training the six of us to ourselves teach this (great but sadly under-rated) sport. On day two the tutor ordered us to swap racket hands - in other words to use our non-playing arm. Of course standards plummetted. Of those of us still able to hit the ball at all, none could hit it with any power or skill. "This is how an untalented beginner feels when he first picks up a racket. Bear this in mind before you get impatient with him". A little humility doesn`t hurt in the mountains either, whether the talk is of a bottom-end Klettersteig in Austria or of an unprotected E10 mega-desperate trad rock route in England. There`s always someone better than you.