““Finn Abberton was someone who lit the candle at both ends, enjoying the training as much as the social side of being in the boat club, for a while at least. Soon he realised that the social aspects of university didn’t just have to involve fortnightly socials with his rowing friends, and soon he was out most nights a week, still somehow able to turn up at 7am every morning ready to train. And were it not for his honest admissions, we would have been none the wiser, were there bags under his eyes? No, did he reek of Guinness and Jaeger Bombs? No, were his performances worse off for it? Not a chance, he was going to have it both ways, somewhat frustratingly for those of us who were in bed at 9:30 most nights. And this desire to have the best of both worlds was something that quite nicely describes, there was a determination and a resoluteness that wouldn’t dampen his spirits. Irrespective of how hard a day he was having, how much he was working, he was always able to smile laugh, and somehow out a way to make a joke at your expense.””

““Finn’s quick sense of humour and sarcasm could lighten even the darkest morning training. He listened to no one, took fashion cues from troubling sources, and only ever stood on his tip toes for photos. He lived for every moment, sky diving, bungee jumping, and completing the three peaks, and everyone respected him for it. He was and is wildly loved by his friends, family and everyone who had the pleasure of meeting him. Missed but not forgotten.””