The year is 1553, the true Golden Age of English football. It's the Allen Valley Whitsun Game, and men will die today. This is the big game, and it's been raging for hours. Percy and Rowan are out in the middle of nowhere, miles from the action, when a stranger joins them. A stranger with tidings that will blow their world apart. Time passes. Night falls. The great chain of being collapses. And they're losing the bloody football...

Richard runs a ghost tour in York, and he has some rather spooky tales to tell. There’s one in particular, the one they all go home talking about. It’s about something buried beneath the cobbles. It’s about the past. It’s about ghosts … and it’s about to catch up with him.

Harry feels like life is beginning to tick down, his autumn years spent quietly caring for the community he loves. Denise thinks life begins in retirement and she's dancing like she's still at high school.When their paths cross at the village hall, their understanding of the time they have left changes irrevocably. What do community, growing old, and falling in love really mean? And who gets to decide anyway?