Anniversary Waltz

This day forty five years ago, Sunday the twenty eighth of April nineteen sixty eight, we were not running but walking down the aisle to get married. How things have changed. Today we had breakfast in bed then got up and went for our run. We couldn't decide if it was cold enough for gloves or not, after much debate we decided not. Setting off at a comfortable pace we soon got warm. Along the main road and down a track then a very pleasant route across open fields. We then ran alongside a disused railway line at the end of which we emerged into a village well known for its Morris dancing traditions. Along the Main Street past the church, the bells were ringing to signify that the morning service was about to begin. Leaving the village we turned right out into the country again. Over the top of the M40 then dropping down to the Oxford canal. We passed narrow boats moored up as we ran along the Towpath then ran under the M40. After a mile and a half we left the canal behind us. Crossing a red brick footbridge we climbed a steep field onto a track that lead us back to a main road. We only stayed a short distance on this road before taking to a track that lead us close to home. It was ten miles exactly, a good start to the week.
What a good way to spend our anniversary, what do you think?