Miho has her own helmet on her head, and has wheeled her bike out next to Goldy's - it really is a bit big for her. She'll manage.

"A couple of hundred skinny horses," she giggles. "Grab on behind you rather than to Goldy, she'll need to twist about. And just - let it move. Don't try and control anything."

Her toes barely touch the ground, but her balance is good enough that it's not a huge issue.

She turns the key.

Turns to Goldy.

Waits.