When all of history sits on your doorstep,
the adventures never end!

Do you see that shooting star? No, not that one – look a little to the left. Yes, that’s it! Peer closely at that star, and you might see a small thatched cottage inside. Look within that cottage, and you’ll spy a man as large as life itself, sitting in a rocking chair next to the fire. His long, white beard is as soft as a sheep’s fleece, and a pair of half-moon glasses rests on his nose. He is known by many names, but most call him Father Time. Although he is reading a peculiar purple book, every now and then he glances at a jam jar on the shelf, checking it is still there.

The jar looks normal, but go a little closer and you will notice the buildings of a strange city. A walled city where Victorian factories puff black smoke over Tudor villages; Roman roads snake past the bombsites of the Blitz, and the Big Bang hangs in the sky like a second sun.

It is in this city our story starts...