“You don’t have flood defences?” The Doctor couldn’t believe his ears; the rain was torrential, and the river on whose shore the village had been built was rising rapidly. Soon it would burst its banks.
“They were recommended.” The official wrung his hands. “But it would’ve meant raising taxes. We voted and everyone decided it would be a waste of public funds that could be better utilised by building a high-speed rail network. Once it’s finished it’ll shorten the journey between here and the capital by almost half-an-hour.”
“Fat lot of good that’ll do when your village is washed away.”