My final discovery at Evans Lookout were these tiny flowers emerging from the sandy soil. I think they are a Lomandra. It looks like yellow grains of sand have been sucked up the stems of the plant.
Words to walk with:
From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
"Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in."