The town of Northwich is subject to fits, and the reason is that people
like salt. The existence of the fits is proved by a glance at the photos
here given, and a few words will explain their cause.
A stranger who knows nothing of the town may well be alarmed as he walks
down its streets, for on all sides he sees walls and houses standing at
every possible angle. Houses lean against each other in a way suggestive
of intoxication; doorways are all awry, and pavements and roads roll
like a sea-serpent.
[Illustration: _May & Co. photo._] [_Northwich._