Over the last few weeks, my Grandparents have thankfully received both of their COVID-19 vaccines. The recommended three weeks have passed. All being well, they’re more or less protected against the worst effects if they were to catch the virus.

Last week, I met them for an afternoon coffee and slice of cake at our local bookstore and cafe. It felt strange (once again!) to be sat outside with them, doing something ‘normal’ because they’ve been shielding past 14 months.

My Grandad joked that it felt like he’d been released from prison. It was his “get out of jail free card” to be able to come out after so long stuck inside. Since then, he’s been out twice and gone to the local DIY store on his own at the weekend – something he never would’ve done before the pandemic!

He can’t get enough of his newfound freedom.

Our notions of freedom might’ve changed over the past year. 

But what is freedom? 

How do we define it for ourselves and others? 

I wonder if it’s something I’ve taken for granted in the past.

What do you think?