I met a slow worm round there about 15 years ago; weird wee things.
I hadn’t seen a slow worm since the 60s on a family holiday to Devon, until this year, when i saw two of them (so far).
One in the spring, one a few weeks ago and several miles apart. Both were on a oath in woods, both appeared to be dead, but weren’t. Both I picked up and moved from the path for safety, and could feel them tense slightly as I was carrying them, and still barely moved after I set them down.
They are not called slow worms for nothing, are they?
Difficult to imagine how they feed, short of opening their mouths and hoping something tasty will blunder into it. The two I saw didn’t look capable of chasing down even a slug.