Wormit Reservoir
Akio Suzuki John Butcher
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
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Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
Location: between: the abandoned site of Parker House (ex-council office building) that became a student accommodation regeneration project, off the Dudhope roundabout; Bell Street Car Park entrance ramp and; the awkward (and otherwise used/ used otherwise) space left over between the back of Tesco’s and DW Sports on the Murraygate.
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