The most local to me of all the poets (Edith Sitwell is the next nearest). Eastwood is a fairly short bus ride away, and Mountain Cottage where he stayed with Frieda during World War One is just the other side of Wirksworth, which is just over the hill. The dialect in his books is very like that of Derby, at least as people used to speak it. Favourites: “Trust”, but I had to track “Work” down online: “There is no point in work unless it absorbs you…”