Cormac MacConnell: Looking for a smell or a taste of a cure

Here is a shot in the dark from an unusual quadrant, which may be of interest to a mere handful of you out there but, I suspect, may strike a chord with many.

Not for the first time, I am venturing into unknown territory, on this occasion in relation to what could be called a medical consequence, and I will be fascinated by any response.

What happened last weekend was I was down in Kerry to accompany brother Mickie and his family to the obsequies of the mighty Mary Keane of Listowel, RIP, widow of the late John B Keane, and at some stage, we wandered out to Ballybunion to clear our heads and minds.