Me Jane.

If in doubt, stick to the one you can't repeat. On a whim (again) we set off for the abode of the Pink Panther.
"Durham, Durham, Durham-durham-durham".
En route, more or less we slightly changed course for their Botanical Gardens - twice.
First time, no car park space courtesy of one of those greedy folk who are happy with 1.75 car parking spaces. So we troddled into town proper for a look around/ bite to eat.
Highly recomended. That said , we were almost press-ganged in.
Up narrow Ginnel, which should really have had traffic lights, for a look.
On our way we met a horde coming out. They had to move "up" to let us in - no room to pass unless you're good mates. Having got in the general thought was ... "Why not, looks OK." WAS OK, Gaffer wants to go back again just for a bit of their Pie.
So far as the gardens were concerned - we weren't quite underwhelmed, but have been more impressed by some others. This wee lass was having her own arboreal adventures with nary a parent in sight. Made a pleasant change in this day & age.