Permanent Tourist

The personal website of Mark Howells-Mead

Posts about rain

  • Buttermere in heavy rain

    A wind-swept, soggy, lovely walk around Buttermere in the English Lake District.

  • After some rushing around, I find myself on my own in Zurich for a couple of days. After dealing with the day job, I have the evening to myself, with no pressure and no responsibilities. Leaving work behind, I head for the old town and the anonymity of a familiar, traditional and noisy restaurant. The…

  • Photos from a wet night-time walk from Tate Modern to Southwark, via London Bridge and Tower Bridge, in 2014.

  • A reminiscent photo of St. Paul’s Cathedral, which I only took because of a fortuitous London downpour.

  • Hiking in the rain along an unexpectedly steep route from the viewpoint above Interlaken.

  • Giessbach Falls in spate

    The name “Giessbach” translates literally as “pouring stream”, and pour it does, magnificently and powerfully, when there is a lot of rain.

  • Todd Crag

    A shorter hike up one of the Lakeland fells, at Ambleside.

  • When scouting destinations and views prior to my recent trip to London, I came across an potentially interesting-looking rooftop amongst some shots which photographer Ben Roberts, who I follow on Instagram, had shared on social media platforms. A quick question to find out where it is (and a nice friendly answer!) led me to the comparatively new…

  • A panoramic view of Lac Léman from the top floor of the Grand Hotel Suisse Majestic in Montreux.

  • Changing tack

    A photo I took a year ago today reminds me to put down the lighting gear and head out with just a camera and a pair of comfortable shoes, to capture the light which needs no help.

  • Windswept

    I dragged my family across a small island off the south coast of Pembrokeshire in South Wales in the rain to see a lighthouse. What a wretch I am.

  • Glad I went, now

    Jo and I take a walk through a misty Sunday afternoon to Faulensee.

  • Rain, Rain

    Photos of various wetness around the city of Bern, as I head for the train station and home on a Friday night.

  • Briensermärt 2007