Coloured Sand

My daughter, Nikki, brought back some coloured sand from the Isle of Wight. I can remember scrambling up Alum Bay cliff with a scraper and a glass test tube trying to get the most exotic colours. I can also recall falling from quite high up when a hand hold gave way. I landed flat on my back with a thump, but luckily, it must have been soft sand that absorbed some of the impact. I was dazed, but unharmed. I lived to climb another day.