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
It’s a pleasure to be in James Herriot’s company.
After an evening among his tales, anyone with as much as a dog or a budgerigar will feel he should move to Darrowby at once.