In 1953 my uncle Carol was living in a cottage on the marshes in Blythburgh Suffolk. As the flood water started rising, he with his wife moved upstairs to safety. This was an exceptional tide and the waters continued to rise. Watching from the bedroom window he watched as his rabbit hutches floated away with the rabbits in them. The rising waters forced them to get onto the roof from where he was able to see his belongings being swept away by the water. Along with his life savings which I think was hidden in amongst clothes in the bedroom. Banks were not popular then as now. Fortunately, he did survive and continued to live in Blythburgh he had one daughter who is the only cousin I know nothing about.  I can only recall meeting my uncle a couple of times I seem to remember us visiting him once at his home in Blythburgh I think it was a bungalow in the village. The flood of 1953 caused havoc along the east coast and there were many deaths. He was lucky to survive.