There is no moral, no lesson and no lecture behind this image. My son and I walked up a hill behind Wrynose Pass to this tarn. It is called Red Tarn. There is another, more famous, Red Tarn beneath Helvellyn, but its namesake is just a pretty place. So we sat and ate cake by a tarn; what a great thing to do; eat cake, quietly enjoy each other’s company in such a pretty place.