Ah, the BSA Cadet, drool, slobber, drool. I thought I was going to inherit one from my wife's uncle, but someone else in the family got it. Curse, stamp foot, cry, wail, moan.
They are not unheard of here in the U.S. but essentially are as rare as chicken lips.
It was in 218 bee caliber, and looked like new. Ironically the guy that got it turned right around and sold it, before I knew about it. Cry all over again.