How Do You Make Equinoctial Magic?

This morning I stepped into the autumn equinox weekend with a walk over Harting Down, a chalk hillscape on the South Downs that never fails to cast a spell over me. There were swathes of mist in the valley below, larks in the air and tattered fronds of yarrow and ragwort along the path edges. For the first time in several weeks, I felt completely calm a…