I was to go a long way, to India, probably for years. When I brought the news to our little cottage in the remote Berkshire village, I found my love, five months pregnant, standing at the kitchen sink, and she could not hold back her tears. So it was in 1943 that Peter Kingsford set out on the great adventure that took him to Pachmarhi, set on a beautiful plateau in central India, where he did a stint of gruelling work in the Army Education Corps, later moving to the political hotbed of Malaya as the war ended. How did Lieutenant Kingsford, with his LSE degree, a battery of left-wing views and a copy of Soviet War News tucked under his arm, approach his task? How did this abstemious and gifted housekeeper's son view his fellow officers and the people of occupied India? Dr Kingsford's story is one of work well done, of dedication and self-motivation. It's about the spread of new ideas, of accepting orders rather than the order, and hope for a better future. Should we have been in India at all? Read this searching and sensitive account of imperialism in action and discover for yourself.