Five years later.

Last time.
Still going strong (ish). 
Not, actually, the old lad's true birthday: just the nearest weekend availably to the, relatively, far flung relatives.
This time it was at their local golf club, not that he's ever played to my knowledge.
Entry was a bit of an intelligence test to the unaccustomed. We practically circumnavigated it before we found which was the actual way in. No notice, no external illumination, door no wider than a normal solid household external door.
Once we were in the usual great time was had by all and looking forward to the next one. I did manage to get a shot of four generations, which, unfortunately didn't quite make the cut.

:¬))