There shouldn't be anyone up there - the working deck is one deck below.
Roddy, I have to remember. Might be on EUROLINER. Up on the foscle, you were Mate then. The tug came alongside and you called out, "Keep away from the radar scanner, your testicles will get fried!" Or similar quote.
Sadly the same thing has happened to motor cars. Gone are the days of crouching at the front of the car in the pouring rain, joyfully wrenching away at the starting handle in the hope that, after pumping up some fuel into the carburettor from the tank (filled from a can of petrol that you had purchased with cash), you had remembered to set the choke appropriately and adjust the ignition to the correct degree of advance. No more the fun, once the engine had fired, of rushing to stow away the handle and check the oil pressure before engaging the clutch and driving away. Why are we denied the pleasures of working the windscreen wiper by hand to clear the view ahead, while adjusting the choke and ignition settings as the engine warms and the load increases as we carefully accelerate and select the gears without the interference of that gizmo, synchronised gearbox. No longer do I make use of the old army greatcoat or the ex-aircrew sheepskin coat to keep me warm in the winter, a fancy in-car heater takes over and my windscreen does not open to allow a cooling blast of air (and bugs) at the height of the summer. because it had been made permanently sealed to permit the new-fangled aircon to mollycoddle me. All the hard-earned skills and experience cast aside in the name of progress. It's a disgrace!A sad day for seamanship. The days of experienced, and more often, correct calculations given way to gizmos and gone forever.
Sure, our days were the glory days of seamanship.