A Walk In June

You give me everything I need
To believe
To be real
Flaming June

Flaming June‘ By BT

Today’s walk was different.  I went on one of my favorite walks in North Yorkshire.
Lake Gormire is a hidden beauty spot at the foot of Sutton bank.  A lake within a woodland, a leftover from the ice age, leaving a natural lake that is surrounded by myth and legend.
Where I usually find myself on an early morning walk, today I left with my daughter and Hiro to gently walk this strange and beautiful lost world.
There is something magical about Lake Gormire.  It’s connection to the ice age suggests possible prehistoric creatures buried deep under the sand and silt, alongside the myth of the witch who when chased, jumped off the cliff, and the village lost in Gormire.
For me it’s the trees, incredible twisted gnarled trees that grow out at unbelievable angles.  Half way round the walk is a tree that fell and continued to grow, it’s limbs now stretch out like twisted fingers and it bears carvings of lovers and families over the years.  It’s the point where me and my daughter stop to have a drink and a snack.
Gormire is best when it’s quiet, often you can find yourself alone there in the evening.
Recent walks have brought us bluebells, wild garlic and various meadow poppies in abundance.  The water draws Hiro magnetically to it, and tonight was no exception, in and out he frantically swam.  And although a few people were there, swimming, or cooking on a small Bar B Q disposable, the smells of camping permeating the air.  It was a time in the day with my daughter, seeing the lake through her eyes, the sheer joy that it brings her.  She loves to see the sun reflecting off the water as we walk around and try to teach her to skip stones off the surface.  Then I’m reminded where this love came from, the years I played down the brook, a nearby woodland area that it feels I spent most of my childhood in, and spend most of my adulthood trying to recreate.
One of the pleasures of times like this and walks like Gormire,  is sharing them with my daughter.  Seeing her growing curiosity in nature, in wildflowers, different types of ferns, the reflections off the water is wonderful, and although my usually silent walk punctuated by wind and birdsong was today filled with inquisitiveness and curiosity.
So tonight’s walk was filled with a child’s joy, alongside the memory of a child’s joy, the musty smells of the wood and the frantic sounds of a dog jumping in and out of the water.  An alien world where trees loom from the mysterious lake, and twist and find there way to thrive and survive.
Sincerely Yours
A Thirsk Counsellor