For some reason
We always took our holidays
In Hastings
And stayed in the same house
Run by Mr and Mrs Pure
The other guests were sedate
Bur very pleasant and essentially English
So we enjoyed our residence
And then it ended one summer
When Mr Pure quite suddenly died
His wife ran the business until the seasons end
And then it closed as the couple
Had not been blessed
I never returned to Hastings
And often wondered of this home
But now find myself at the railway station
On an undecided visit
I plan to pass my history house
Just to satisfy my curiosity
It will have changed
I know this well enough
And that only ghosts apply
To fill the vacancies