Hopeful!

I now know the mare is called Sheba (according to my friend Kim), she currently lives in the opposite Michael's house. She seems to watch out for any chance of a carrot/apple/bread or anything else that might be offered to her, so here she is at full pelt across a very wet field (even worse because of the overnight deluge as a result of the raging Storm Franklin).
Apart from her having to brave the elements (which have been awful), she badly needs her hooves trimmed, I just wish her owner (who I don't know) would at the very least organise a blacksmith to trim her hooves. This photo doesn't fully illustrate how long they are.
The extra, taken while out on our walk shows Bubbles demanding carrots (from Kim) rather than the donkeys getting them. Again, sadly, the donkeys are in even more need of their hooves being trimmed.