Groth read somewheres that the traditional stockades were no place to be. During the daytime you are heckled by townsfolk. Women will come by and pelt you with rotten fruit and children will toss stones at you. However at night you will be awoken to the sounds of the unknown. Strangers will greet you from behind and you will never know who they are.
Some commit petty crimes so that they can spend a night in the stocks. This notion does not rest easy with Groth.
Ode to 3 DUB.....
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