Summary of James Herriot s All Things Bright and Beautiful
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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I had to go out to help Harold Ingledew with a sick sheep. It was difficult to stay asleep in the windy yard, and when I returned between the sheets while still enjoying many of the benefits of sleep, the system began to crumble.
#2 I managed to slip back into my trance, and my mind played lazily with the phenomenon of Harold Ingledew. I was shocked to hear singing coming from the Ingledew’s kitchen window, loud raucous singing echoing around the old stones of the yard.
#3 I went to see Harold’s sheep, but the singing began before I could see them. It was freezing outside, and through the black archway, I could see a Siberian wind blowing.
#4 I rushed back to the window. Harold was back in his chair, pulling on a vast boot and taking his time about it. As he bellowed, he poked owlishly at the lace holes and occasionally refreshed himself from the bottle of brown ale.

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Date de parution 28 mars 2022
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9781669368625
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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Insights on James Herriot's All Things Bright and Beautiful
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6 Insights from Chapter 7 Insights from Chapter 8 Insights from Chapter 9 Insights from Chapter 10 Insights from Chapter 11 Insights from Chapter 12 Insights from Chapter 13 Insights from Chapter 14 Insights from Chapter 15 Insights from Chapter 16 Insights from Chapter 17 Insights from Chapter 18 Insights from Chapter 19 Insights from Chapter 20 Insights from Chapter 21 Insights from Chapter 22 Insights from Chapter 23 Insights from Chapter 24 Insights from Chapter 25 Insights from Chapter 26 Insights from Chapter 27 Insights from Chapter 28 Insights from Chapter 29 Insights from Chapter 30 Insights from Chapter 31 Insights from Chapter 32 Insights from Chapter 33 Insights from Chapter 34 Insights from Chapter 35 Insights from Chapter 36 Insights from Chapter 37 Insights from Chapter 38 Insights from Chapter 39 Insights from Chapter 40 Insights from Chapter 41 Insights from Chapter 42 Insights from Chapter 43 Insights from Chapter 44 Insights from Chapter 45 Insights from Chapter 46 Insights from Chapter 47 Insights from Chapter 48 Insights from Chapter 49 Insights from Chapter 50
Insights from Chapter 1



#1

I had to go out to help Harold Ingledew with a sick sheep. It was difficult to stay asleep in the windy yard, and when I returned between the sheets while still enjoying many of the benefits of sleep, the system began to crumble.

#2

I managed to slip back into my trance, and my mind played lazily with the phenomenon of Harold Ingledew. I was shocked to hear singing coming from the Ingledew’s kitchen window, loud raucous singing echoing around the old stones of the yard.

#3

I went to see Harold’s sheep, but the singing began before I could see them. It was freezing outside, and through the black archway, I could see a Siberian wind blowing.

#4

I rushed back to the window. Harold was back in his chair, pulling on a vast boot and taking his time about it. As he bellowed, he poked owlishly at the lace holes and occasionally refreshed himself from the bottle of brown ale.

#5

When I went to help the ewe, I found a lamb inside her. I took the lamb away and put him on the ground, but he immediately started breathing again. The ewe seemed to be feeling better without her burden.

#6

I had to drive to the bottom of the village to turn. As I came past the house again, the sound forced its way into the car. It was Harold humming under his breath, as comfortable as if he was by his own fireside.

#7

The author was in bed with his wife when he realized how blessed he was. He had reached the state of total numbness, and he couldn’t remember much about his return to the yard at Skeldale House. But he knew that everyone was asleep except his neighbors, who had an hour left to kill.
Insights from Chapter 2



#1

I got up and walked to the window. It was going to be a fine morning and the early sun glanced over the weathered reds and greys of the jumbled roofs, some of them sagging under their burden of ancient tiles.

#2

I began to watch Jock, the dog at Robert Corner’s farm, as I finished stitching the foal’s leg and began to tie on a bandage. He was slinking about the buildings, a skinny little creature who without his mass of black and white hair would have been an almost invisible mite.

#3

Jock was an outstanding sheepdog trialist, and Mr. Corner had won many trophies with him. He had purchased a bitch, and they were training the pups. They were like seven Jocks, meagre, darting little creatures flitting noiselessly about the buildings.

#4

The author visited a farm that had sold its sheepdogs. He was surprised to find that the dogs had all been sold, and that Jock, the oldest and most experienced, was still there. I think he was as relieved as the author was that Jock was left alone with his supremacy unchallenged.
Insights from Chapter 3



#1

The spring season in the Dales is always exciting. I have always loved the smell of sheep and the sound of their bleating. I would soap my left hand and begin to feel for a space around the lamb’s neck with my right hand.

#2

The farmer told me that his youngest son’s name was Herbert, and that lamb was just like him in how he put his head down and got stuck in. I put my hand into the second ewe, and here was a glorious mix up of three lambs.

#3

I had a sinking dread of what would be waiting for me when I arrived at the scene. The in-lamb ewes were in a field by the roadside, and I could see dozens of prostrate sheep scattered across the slope of turf.

#4

I was on the phone with the farmer soon after, explaining that the sheep were suffering from calcium deficiency.

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