I photograph my enchanted garden in its many moods. At the moment it is very attractive due to the cherry blossoms and clematis, but would benefit from several hours of weeding, hoeing and grass cutting.

My garden is a haven for wildlife, animals and children, no strict borders or boudaries, it has been designed to look as if it just happened, and it did.

It has developed very slowly over 20 years, 95 per cent of the time planning and dreaming and enjoying - helped along with several glasses of wine - leaving just five per cent left for grafting! About the ratio my husband and I can cope with.

It is a mood garden, reminiscent of Thailand (never been there) on balmy summer evenings when the lights twinkle, or a little corner of Bodnant on other days. When the snow is down the chalet looks like a log cabin in a Canadian landscape and can mould this garden into a backdrop for any location that takes my fancy.

It is my sanctuary, this is where our bees make honey, badgers dig holes in the grass, pheasants stop by to feed below our bird tables, the squirrels steal and scamper off, foxes roam in from the forest, as do wild ducks who paddle in a small natural pool created in the little brook that runs through.

Owls hoot late and early, buzzards circle, butterflies and damsel flies dance like fairies in the sunbeams, May bugs rattle at the windows, frogs croak as they hop away from the cat, woodpeckers peck and tree creepers creep, and the robins know us all very well.

My grandchildren build dens and stave off wild animals as they adventure with Otto up the steep banks, screaming with glee then racing down dirty as ragamuffins to the open 'camp fire' to be fed on hot dogs, al fresco.

I photograph certain plants each year as one would with growing children - my garden is full of loving memories. My pet rough Collie Leela is buried there aged 14 and also my 17-year-old stray tabby Cleo.

Nowadays, Thomas Grey my British Blue roams her old hunting ground while Otto my young golden retriever explores the woods each day.

My back patio is a little shrine to my mother whe passed away two years ago and now rests in the village cemetry at the bottom of the road where her final resting place is overlooked by my daughter's house.

My father's ashes are scatteed in my wood behind my garden, he was a timber merchant by trade, and I took on the little glade in memory of him. It is my 'love garden'.

So there you have it - Glan Conwy, Wales and my garden are very special to me.

Menna Pragnell