The Closest I Got to the Lake Today

I would not have minded a swim in the Wörther See at all, but what with the current April-esque weather the closest I got to it was when I looked down on it on the motorway on the way back from visiting my granny. I haven't quite reached the stage of resignation where I'd agree to the pessimists who've been saying for weeks that "you'll see, we won't get a summer this year", but I can definitely see where they got the idea.