The Glory of the Galanthus

I’m slightly concerned that I’m in danger of developing galloping galanthophilia. I’ve previously been puzzled by those obsessed by the minute differences between one snowdrop and another, but I’ve started to realise that the differences aren’t always minute, and that it’s wonderful to grow a few specials in amongst the standard singles and doubles. Sam Arnott is my all time favourite because it’s tall, elegant and fragrant, but I’ve just spotted this clump growing in the woodland area of the garden and found myself examining its markings with a worrying degree of enthusiasm. Help!