James Bond Prefers Push Reel Mowers

"In London, October had begun with a week of brilliant Indian summer,
and the noise of the mowers came up from Regent's Park and in through
the wide open window of M's Office. They were motor-mowers and James
Bond reflected that one of the most beautiful noises of summer, the
drowsy iron song of the old machines, was going forever from the
world...At least the cut grass would smell the same." - For Your Eyes
Only, Ian Fleming, 1960