'Rabbits!' he said, 'Gordon Bennett, no! We've got two hundred rabbits in the freezer at the moment! Who wants to eat rabbit stew in this weather?'
'Ah, well, O.K' I said.
'But come back in the season', he went on, 'in Autumn - and we'll take all the rabbits you can give us'.
'Oh, O.K, great!' I said, 'I will!'.
'They got to be bullet shot, mind, people don't want to be spitting out shotgun pellets these days...!'
'No problem', I said, 'no problem. I've only got an air rifle...'
I cycled away happy; it's nice to know that, come the Autumn, I can trade rabbits for a few quid or the odd pork chop.