We are taking things extremely slowly, as you might imagine. But even so I did finally get on him. Pudiogou the groom takes him lunging in the morning and in the evening I ride him, not yet to Djenné Djeno; not yet retracing the hallowed ground of my evening ride with Napoleon, but just walking slowly around the streets in the neighbourhood. Then I spend at least half an hour at night on the phone with Erica, discussing the days progress. I haven’t been so horsey since I was thirteen!