"Well, I hope you're right," Serena says. She knows she's good at telling workers what to do and how to do it and she certainly also has experience teaching children but this seems to fall somewhere in between. It's also been what feels like an age since she rode competitively and with a real sense of discipline.

Thankfully, it's one of those things she knows she'll never forget. She'd been taught to ride when she was just a young girl and even when she wasn't riding competitively, she'd spend hours with her horses – wandering trails that led to nowhere. "No, it's not the same," she agrees. "We had a barn, when I was growing up, I used to get up and feed them early every morning, it was my job..."

With a sad little smile, Serena shakes her head. She doesn't want to talk about how she'd slept downstairs so she could feed the horses without waking her younger siblings, about how that very choice had saved her life one day. "It's not the same. But it's something. Which of the horses like you best? I'm still trying to get on Sashimi's good side."