Contains If Only They Could Talk and It Shouldn't Happen to a Vet
James Herriot grew up in Glasgow and qualified as a veterinary surgeon at Glasgow Veterinary College. Shortly afterwards he took up a position as an assistant in a North Yorkshire practice where he remained, with the exception of his wartime service in the RAF, until his death in 1995.
Bulls with sunstroke, pigs on the run and a cake-eating Peke with a
betting habit . . . I grew up reading James Herriot's book and I'm
delighted that thirty years on they are still every bit as
charming, heartwarming and laugh-out-loud funny as they were then.
-- Kate Humble
The attraction of Herriot's ever popular memoirs of a country vet . . . is their alternating highs and lows, humour and pathos, and gripping anecdotes about delivering lambs, grumpy farmers, hypochondriac pet-owners, stroppy cows and blunt Yorkshire characters. And, of course, there's a powerful nostalgia element in these stories about our green and pleasant land in the day before the ravages of ribbon development. * Daily Mail *
On original release in the 1970s, James Herriot's insights into the life of a working vet were so popular and enchanting to readers that the area of the Yorkshire Dales in which he practised became known as 'James Herriot country'. * Yorkshire Ridings Magazine *