Round the big terrace in the villa is a metal fence, maybe to stop me from falling over into the olive trees. On the top is a nice wooden handrail. I thought it was a handrail, but Baba said it was a rat-run. He said that in the evening the rats get restless and need some exercise after sleeping all day, the lazy buggers. It's their racetrack, they're ratracers.
Granny is scared of rats, but she said these aren't like our horrid black ones, these are a pretty brown colour,
"Still vermin!" said Baba. "Still responsible for bubonic plague."