'Early purple orchid' always sounds a little salacious, it seems to me, even without a nodding acquaintance with Proust. This one on was overlooking the sea at St Gildas de Rhuys. In fact we have better ones in more profusion round here (still not sure the old Canon wasn't better for these kind of things...). But it was a good excuse to lie down on the soft greensward of the clifftop, and look more closely at it, as well as the thrift and buttercups and sorrel and plantains and bladder campion, which grew alongside it.
I've always liked bladder campion, despite its rather unprepossessing name, partly because if you find a flower at the right stage of openness, hold it by the stem just about the bladder part, and bring it down sharply on the back of your hand, it makes a satisfying pop. My mum showed me that.
So there I was trying to get it in focus,
when other people thought they ought to muscle in.
"Mmm. Which one shall I go for?"
(Tom's shot was still even more blurry than mine).