The copper bowl-barbecue - or braaivleisplace (repeat after me: 'brigh-flace-place'!) in South African English - fills with water when it rains, so would be a good lily pond, too, and froze this last weekend when temperatures plummeted.
This is where the fig will live this winter.
The terrace is not a very prepossessing sight at the moment.
The impatiens in little pots at the foot of the rose had held out through a couple of frosts and then expired overnight and became horrible, slimy, long-dead sea creatures. The foolish climbing Iceberg put out new growth at a bad time.