Not sure. I wasn't a climber.
Seriously, I wanted to go out walking in interesting places in winter with other people because I didn't think I had enough experience to go out on my own. There were no walking groups but there was a mountaineering group that also did walks. To get in with them I used to go to a climbing wall on club nights and climbing days too. I figured climbing would help my fear of heights but roped climbing didn't, scrambling did.
On the climbing wall I rarely went up but used the traversing wall instead to practise moves. The group were only into trad back then and I hadn't heard of bouldering but that was kind of what I did.
I was comfortable up to HVS I think but my fear of heights kicked in. Technically I was probably capable of a few E numbers up but exposure stopped me.
I don't call myself a climber because I didn't kit up and didn't lead much. It wasn't my thing but a necessary social thing to get out into wintery hills.
I did meet some interesting people. One guy was a retired public school teacher who in his youth used the longer school holidays to go exploring in the 4ps or 50s I think he said. He knew all the old explorers and was honorary, life members of some very exclusive climbing clubs. A guy who did things like buy a donkey to get out into Patagonia or similar to climb on his own before many Europeans had even seen some of the peaks. Often meeting the more well known explorers of his day. He was old when I knew him but still climbed well, could get up hills quicker than many of us youngsters and often ski mountaineered to on group winter walks because it was easier for him to climb then ski along the ridge to meet at the top than take our route. To be fair though he did have Parkinsons at the time.