Earlier today I posted a blog asking whether people believed what they were seeing.

I included the image below and said "Here's a chunk of tree; or is it? What do you think; is the image of a log or not?"

Some interesting interpretations of the image; quite a few thought it was rock or slate and um, chocolate...

Well the truth was almost in the question. Here's the image again - a bit more of it this time:

Okay, so now you can see the item actually is a piece of tree; a nice large chip of bark in fact. (look at the grass and plants for size comparison)

So our eyes tell us a visual is one thing even if we're being told in text it is something else and apparent size may add to confusion.

Bear this in mind when you check out my next weekend teaser - which reminds me, last week's still hasn't been guessed...

How good are your eyes?

Does your brain believe what they tell it when you look at something?

Have a look at this:

Here's a chunk of tree; or is it? What do you think; is the image of a log or not?

I don't often post landscapes, but something Spiritbird said this morning made me think of this image.

Looking over Carmarthenshire and beyond...

I rather like the clouds here, but you may find other points of interest.

Not quite Joe Jackson is he...

Thought I'd return to the world of images with another moody photo from Carreg Cennen

Have a great day all

As some of you already know I spent most of yesterday in hospital.

I’d been waiting months and months to get a minor problem sorted out. My GP had referred me to a specialist back last year and eventually I got an appointment. The wait seemed interminable.

In March I finally got to see the specialist, who agreed an operation was in order and put me on his list.

More waiting time ensued before my hospital appointment finally came through, but eventually the letter dropped through my mailbox and I had something to look forward to.

Yesterday was the day and as surgery was on the cards I had to fast; good job I was able to enjoy a nice Sunday roast!

Admittance was 7:30am and as the hospital is about an hour’s drive away I had to be up and about early; I got to meet my surgeon around 8:00am.

By 1:00pm the surgery was over and I was back o the ward; just in time for lunch! Well to be honest I didn’t much fancy food, but it was nice to get a drink at last.

As the afternoon progressed and my recovery was well on schedule I was told I’d be able to go home that day; I arrived back here before 8:00pm so was well chuffed.

So what’s the point of this blog entry? Simply to say that despite the long wait for things to get going my experience yesterday was an exceptionally good one.

Staff on the ward were excellent.
The theatre staff were excellent.
The care plan for my day was excellent.
The ward was clean.
The equipment new.
The standards of cleanliness brilliant.

Was the hospital new? No, in fact it was really rather old, but the staff really cared about what they were doing and the ward I was on had obviously been refurbished.

The whole experience was a real advert for the NHS and I am extremely grateful for everyone’s efforts; thank you to everyone involved.