Mr Tumnal

Everyone has an idea of their ideal family. Not everyone’s become real

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About me

Derbyshire born. Suffolk bred. Lives in the shires.

T E Shepherd is an author/illustrator. He writes magic realism set in our, or closely-related, worlds. His debut novel, The End Of All Worlds, was released in 2012. His second novel, and the first in the Imaginary Friends trilogy, Mr Tumnal, was published in 2014. The second in the series, The Imaginary Wife, was published in 2018, and he's currently working on the final instalment, Forgotten Friends. He is also a landscape artist, and is currently working on a project with Erica Smith aka. the Bookshop Blogger to illustrate his way round the country to produce The Booklover's Guide to Bookshops. You can find out about upcoming releases by following on Twitter, liking on Facebook, or by joining the mailing list.

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  The Imaginary Wife

The Imaginary Wife

How would you feel if you discovered you were the imaginary creation of your best friend?

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The Final Words

I still have the dramatic endpiece and cullmination to write, of course, however I now have a detailed map of how my novel ends. Very much a circle to have all the way around I think it is a nice…

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Day Fifteen: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Farewell To Alpago Day 15. 5 July 2006 Wednesday. Two and a half hours after I go to bed, and with dawn already broken Emi returns to the nursery school and goes…

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Day Fourteen: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) A Party of Two Halves Day 14. 4 July 2006 Tuesday. We are given a lie in this morning, and I don’t even notice the seven o’clock bells. We breakfasdt leisurely and…

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Day Thirteen: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) The Deer Hunters Day 13. 3 July 2006 Monday. Up early, we descend on the worksite in Chies and set to work on our steps. Part way through the morning, the film…

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Day Twelve: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) The Ascent is Slight and the Air is Thin Day 12. 2 July 2006 Sunday. With every night, I sleep better and better, but I still hear the seven o’clock bells without…

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Day Eleven: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Beneath The Mountain Day 11. 31 July 2006 Saturday. Slept well until about eight-thirty although I was disturbed sometime in the middle of the night. Woken suddenly by what I imagine at…

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Day Ten: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) The Importance of Knowing Where One’s Towel Is Day 10. 30 June 2006 Friday. Last night, at an hour past midnight I discovered that my towel was missing. Previously hung out to…

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Day Nine: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Venice Reprise: Trains and Tornados Day 9. 29 June 2006 Thursday. Up at 6am to have showered and breakfasted in time for the seven o’clock bells – our signal to leave the…

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Day Eight: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Bark Stripping and Step Building Day 8. 28 June 2006 Wednesday. Today was to be our first day off, but a look at the weather forecast suggested that Thursday might be cooler…

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Day Seven: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Fireflies and Prosecco Day 7. 27 June 2006 Tuesday. Waking at five o’clock with the birds singing, I lie on my sleeping platform for a few hours more, dozing in and out…

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Day Six: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Grappa Frisbee, Deportment, and the Eighty Year Old Shepherd Day Six. 26 June 2006 Monday. Up early on a Monday morning to be ready for the night’s adventure, we pack a variety…

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Ninja moves…

Watching Arthur and Bella at play is one of the best ever entertainments – the ninja moves that they employ to catch their sibling unawares in particular. Vertical take-off’s; they somehow manage to shoot out, feet splayed and land some…

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Day Five: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music Day 5. 26 June 2006 Sunday. Church bells and rucksack related aches and pains wake me improbably early. And I drift in and…

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I can still play

I realised today that I haven’t picked up my flute since our last concert on 3 June at Radley’s Silk Hall. It was band tonight, and it wasn’t till I got there that I realised that I was the lone…

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Day Four: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Under Police Guard Day 4. 24 June 2006 Saturday. A slightly sleepless night last night – humidity was overpowering and I was woken early by the sound of pigeons on the balcony…

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Day Three: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Venetian Labyrinth From Above Day 3. 23 June 2006 Friday. I faired better on my second morning in getting cold milk for my cereal; also realised that yesterday I drank my coffee…

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Day Two: To Venice and Beyond

( or Drystone Walling and the Dolomites ) Mind The Gap Day 2. 22 July 2004 Thursday. I wake to the sounds of delivery boats on a nearby canal. After a slight mixup over breakfast with my milk requirements –…

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