Christopher Bean was born into a police family in Yorkshire and joined the West Riding Constabulary as a cadet in 1952. For the next fifteen years or so he continued a career in the police service, in the Royal Corps of Military Police, the West Riding Constabulary, the Nyasaland Police and finally the Bechuanaland Protectorate Police. This account relives his experiences of those years, many of which are difficult to believe in these relatively enlightened days, and which often humorously outline life in Africa some half a century ago. Although the story starts in the Britain of the 1950s, it leads into a post-war Africa, with independence arriving in most of Africa and illustrating the enormous difference in police work in the UK in those days, and the exciting life of a colonial police officer. 30 b/w photographs
