108 Steps.

Rotten weather today, so we just walked around the town we grew up in, then had an afternoon of card games, the chief amusement being us wrinklies being lovingly teased by the younger ones.
The steps are the ones I remember trying to get up when an infant, my knees almost touching my chin.
2nd extra: William Morris windows from the town's church. Faith, hope and charity rearranged. 
1st extra: An old street in town. My late brother in law was an apprentice in a cobblers at the top. I remember seeing him tacking soles and wondering how he could do it so quickly without bashing his fingers. Luckily he didn't have to do it too long.