‘The day my dad died, I set off to row 3,000 miles across the Atlantic’

Clare was 1,600 miles away from home when her dad passed away (Picture: Supplied)

My dad Mick was my best friend. I spent much of my 47 years on this earth in sync with him. We shared a love of poetry, cheese, Simon and Garfunkel, chess and baking bread.

He taught me to ride a bike, tie my shoes, blow on a blade of grass and find the fun in almost any situation. He believed in me relentlessly…

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