A seven feet high wall of water smashes across open marshland towards single storey prefabricated houses where unsuspecting families are sleeping. The roar of approaching death is drowned by the chilling howl of a January storm.
The water crashes into the fragile buildings, ripping some from their foundations and toying with them as a cat plays with prey before hurling them together, dispassionately watching them break apart. Others, inundated, filled with freezing sea, giving the slumbering souls inside no chance to escape.
A horror movie, shot in moody, melodramatic monochrome?
No, this was Felixstowe, Suffolk in January 1953. Real life. Real people.