Get ready for this!

I'm at the Cafe Royal this morning where the Queensberry Rules were devised, to photograph a female pro boxer sparring with a Sunday Times journalist.

Slightly smaller than I had imagined, the boxing gym is hidden away in the labyrinthine bowels of a newly refurbished spa.

Taking two sets of lights with me, I needed a porter and an escort just to find my way down there this morning. Glad I had got there early, it took a full half hour to set up and test the lights. Like a lot of hotels these days, the walls and ceiling are lit, but you, yourself are not, so I had to pop my Bowens discreetly into alcoves and direct them into the ring.

Luckily also, there were a few members of staff having an early morning training session, so I could test with real bodies like these two.