Started out at 06:00 Friday 20th September. Great send off from friends and staff from PMH themselves including Stitches (PMH mascot). Lisa kindly took our backpacks so we could tram on with the first 18km. Made good time, different story once we picked the bags up. 13kg bag on your back and you soon ease off the fast pace. Saw some wild kangaroos running in our path, but I was too slow to get any pics. We were hitting the campsites roughly on schedule to sign the log books then move on to the next. They were between 10k and 15k apart. 25km in was hard work, climbing some of those hills really was taking it out of us. My feet started hurting at this point, maybe thinking the Soloman boots were the wrong choice... Hugh saw to my feet at one of the camps which I was most grateful for. We stopped and had lunch in a hut then cracked on with the rest of the day. Finally I thought that's me done for the day but we were 1 campsite off our target so we decided to crack on the last 10km. Bad idea really because we ended up in the dark and finding it hard to see the markers. All were very tired and wet as it had rained most of the day. Managed to get to Mount Dale at around 21:45. I saw to my feet, purified my next days water from the tank and got to sleep (apparently I snore). Up the next day, had breakfast and packed up to leave camp. My feet were feeling good, the sun was out and the banter was flowing again. All of a sudden I felt something pop in the balls of my right foot. The pain was an aching pain. But the more I walked on it the worse it got. Constant throbbing, I even felt dizzy. I was slowing Steve and Hugh down loads so at a road crossing Steve rang Lisa and she came to pick me up from Gosnell. I had to hitchhike there from Brookton highway, thanks to a nice old guy called Frank. Lisa took me to A&E and they say I've strained ligaments in my foot so need strapping and to rest. I'm hoping it fixes quick as I want to get back out there with Steve and Hugh... Currently laid up and strapped feet. I'm so annoyed!!