As bad as Water World?

Living close to the sea, although more than a stone's throw I admit, engenders a poetry of the soul, some of which I try to express here. This afternoon on BBC Radio 4 was a programme whose subject was Philip Larkin, a recognised poet who lived within the influence of the Humber Estuary, which he made a common theme of his work. I was relieved on hearing this programme quote some of his water inspired works, since they sounded exactly like the sort of Bollocks I write. I should be famous; sea?