‘Don’t call me an O-phile anything’, Alan Shipp, custodian of the National Collection of Hyacinths, grunts with disdain – ‘I hate that’. I was sitting with him, out of the cold March wind, in the conservatory which overlooks his candy-striped domain and asked if there is a name for hyacinth-crazy gardeners, as galanthophile is for snowdrop lovers. There isn’t, …