A book I read maybe 30 years ago in England. I really don't remember any plot details, all I got is a distinctive scene that pops up now and again in my memory.
There's a colony starship that's landed on an alien world, however it's way up in a massive mountain range. It's been there for generations and the occupants have a hardscrabble life scavenging what they can.
The problem is very fierce scouring winds that pluck you right off the mountains and send you screaming to a long drop. The winds die off for a few minutes at dawn.
In one area of the ship we are with a boy of four or five years old, he has drawn the rota for collecting water during the short lull in the wind. This means waiting in the airlock until a chime indicates the wind has stopped, then dash out with two buckets, follow a path of a couple of dozen steps down the mountainside to a spring, fill the buckets and get back with them before the warning siren.
In this scene he makes a stumble error and loses valuable seconds, he realises he's doomed but has one tiny chance, this is based on legend from the older boys who used to have this duty.
He drops the buckets and runs full speed at the airlock and huddles at the now closed inner door, he feels the wind beginning to pull him from the lockwheel and screams in terror but, at that moment, the outer door slams shut and he's safe.
He knows that he'll now be punished for the loss of the buckets, also he'll be on reduced rations for a week for not getting any water - he doesn't care because he lived!
That's really all I remember good people, I hope one of you identifies this one.