What was worse for a Dundee ‘rag & bone man’? Being chomped by a snapping turtle or witnessing his beloved homestead falling to ‘rack and ruin.’

What compelled young women to seek the embrace of marshland frogs each Summer Solstice? Was it the creatures’ hypnotic love chorus or their search for a ‘Prince Charming’?

Dundee’s “King” Arthur – a descendant of the marshlands’ original Scottish settlers – carved duck decoys acclaimed as magical by his hunting guests.

Among Old Lady Murchisson’s unique gifts was her ability to set limbs, cure warts, or heal wounds. But, most famously, she forecast weather from the wind whistling through her woodland.

Would you believe it if someone told you that the marshlands of Dundee played a crucial role in developing one of our best-known medicines?

How could one-armed ‘Stumpy’ invent what is – arguably – the world’s finest mosquito repellent? Maybe losing that arm helped!

The amorous woodsman, Big Smallman, wished only to braid a traditional Christmas wreath for his fiancé . . . shame this put him in contact with the fatal Swamp Sumac.

The American Indian legend which recounts how each animal got its tail is rivalled by a ‘cock ’n’ bull’ story told by a Mister Lapierre of Dundee which tackles the muskrat’s tail.