Ingbirchworth, near Penistone, South Yorkshire

We are currently camped at a farmyard caravan park, somewhat primitive, but the most interesting caravan park yet. It is owned and operated by a 79 year old farmer who reckons like others that you can't make a quid out of farming these days. Mind you, he's sitting on a gold mine, but only if he can develop it somehow.

The farm is in the middle of the "old village" made up of five farms, dating back to the 12-1400s. Many of the buildings have been gentrified, and the main road to Huddersfield is full of people who have moved out of towns such as Barnsley and Sheffield.

We've been able to leave the motor home at the caravan park and catch a small wheelchair accessible bus run by Sheffield Community Transport to Penistone, a dour but architecturally interesting market town of 5000 where we can connect with buses to the larger metropolis of Sheffield and also Barnsley.

Yesterday we tried to find our way to Grenoside, a suburb of Sheffield where John's ggrandfather Joshua Middleton Moxon was born. His father was an innkeeper there in 1840. We don't know which of the three inns in the original village unfortunately. The Grenoside Family History Group is holding a two day exhibition at the Community Centre.

Unfortunately, despite the bus driver's best efforts, and indeed John contacting five taxi companies, we were unable to get a connection from Chapeltown, where the bus driver left us to Grenoside. None of the buses to Grenoside were wheelchair accessible and none of the taxi companies had a suitable taxi on the road or in the area.

So we were stuck in Chapeltown, which is quite a depressing place, but fortunately we found a pub which had a great menu, and then found our way home again, via two buses. We are getting to know the operator of the small community bus very well. The bus goes on a loop through extremely beautiful farming country, through small oldy worldy villages with extensive development on its edges and then past sheep and cattle farms with barns dating back to the 1500s, contrasting with wind farms and reservoirs.

So we will try again today, being Sunday and more opportunity to park the motor home somewhere.

We had been told that we would have to do without power over the bank holiday weekend (Saturday and Sunday nights), but the old farmer seems to like us (he gave us a book of yarns about the district) and he's very laid back. When we asked when we should move the motor home, he just said "She'll be right" and when we ask when he'd like us to pay, he said "Later". Very laid back. It's only seven pound a night here. Mostly around 14-18 pound per night.