title: A Journey of Days
author:  Guy Thatcher 
description: Guy Thatcher served in the Canadian regular armed forces from 1955 to 1980 as a tank officer, helicopter pilot, anti-tank missile instructor, and computer analyst, serving in Germany, Belgium, Cyprus, Texas, and Alabama, as well as at various bases in Canada. He then pursued a second career for a further twenty-five years as a management consultant, working primarily in the field of facility planning and management. He holds a degree in Computing and Information Systems from Queen s University in Kingston, Ontario, is a Fellow of the International Facility Management Association and is a lifetime Certified Management Consultant. He developed and taught postgraduate courses in Information Management for Facility Professionals at Michigan State University, delivered worldwide over the Internet. He has written or contributed to several business books and workshop manuals. He continues to teach in the Caribbean, successfully combining work and pleasure.<br /><br />He continues to be married to Carroll Thatcher, with whom he has four grown children and one new grandson, clearly the most beautiful baby in the world. For the past seventeen years, he has been a home support volunteer for the Hospice at May Court. He skis, travels as much as he can, gardens, scuba dives (occasionally), reads voraciously--mostly history and science--, square dances, teaches, and plays a truly dreadful game of golf.<br /><br />All of this, however, has nothing to do with the walk he took across Spain . . . or perhaps it has everything to do with the walk he took across Spain. He lives in Ottawa, Canada, and you can contact him at journeyofdays@yahoo.ca.
zlib_text: > GARDENERS, DITCHERS, AND GRAVEMAKERS
  
  > A DCI THATCHER YORKSHIRE CRIME THRILLER
  
  > OLIVER DAVIES
  
  > CONTENTS
  
  >  _Prologue_
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  > 2\. _Thatcher_
  
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  > 11\. _Mills_
  
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  > 23\. _Mills_
  
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  >  _Chapter 27_
  
  > 28\. _Thatcher_
  
  >  _Epilogue_
  
  >  _A Message from the Author_
  
  > > PROLOGUE
  
  THE SKY WAS STILL BRIGHT, despite the growing late hour of the day. One nice
  thing about this time of year, I thought, looking out of the window as I
  pulled a jumper on over my head. The neck hole was tight from accidentally
  being thrown in the tumble dryer, and my phone rang as I tried to pull my hea