I share little in common with the royal family, but like certain members of that beleaguered group, 2024 turned out to be a particular annus horribilis for me. With sorrows coming at me, not as single spies but in bloody great battalions (I won’t bore you with the details), I decided to take action by spending a week at a specialist clinic in Austria being pickled, pricked, pummelled and poked.
It’s been 50 years since the eccentric German entrepreneur Rolf Deyhle founded a permanent centre for what became known as the ‘FX Mayr Cure’. He bought the impressive property from a golf club and a former student of Franz Mayr, an Austrian gastroenterologist who focused on the regeneration of the intestines.
Having studied the complexities of the human gut, he concluded that lasting contentment lay not in the fripperies of the outside world but deep within the bowels of our digestive system.
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