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