Busy shops rammed with bargains. Even more clothes that upgrade a wardrobe and downgrade a current account. Electrical goods that’ll suck up time and draw attention from the world around you. Cosmetics that nobody needs. Raspberry mud bake! Eau de skunk cabbage! Bargains, bargains, bargains.
Alternatively, ride empty roads, under wide skies. Watch the buzzards hunt while cattle chew with worldy wisdom, watching always watching, as we spin past, heads above the hedgerow. The best bargains of the year are not be found in the malls and out-of-town consumer temples. They’re to be found on empty post-Christmas roads and woods and moors. They’re to be found near you and found near me.