'Even the clouds are competing for best dramatic effect.'

The cliffs stood like ancient sentinels guarding the lagoon below, their rugged edges softened only by the brushstrokes of green. The lagoon itself shimmered faintly beneath the heavy sky, its blue surface defying the muted tones above it. I couldn't help but think of Matthew Flinders and Robert Brown climbing this very hill centuries ago, their youthful curiosity mirroring my own quiet wonder. The air smelled faintly of salt and damp earth—a reminder that even here, surrounded by land, the ocean was never far away. Each step along the lookout seemed to echo with stories untold, as if the land itself held its breath in anticipation.