A married couple's retirement to a seaside flat provides the occasion for Bennett to examine an age-old subject, aging. A specifically Northern old age is in store for these two, as they say "Bye bye, mucky Leeds," shutting the door just before their house is torn down for a slum, and ride to the strains of strange organ music to an off-season resort where they can't tell the sounds of the sea from traffic. It's white noise in any case. Time's a-wasting, but there's naught to do; it's a waiting game now. Quiet, sad, funny, more than occasionally absurd (everyone they meet seems to be either harpy or harbinger), this film's foggy imagery conjures the edge of a vast abyss, an existentialism of old age.