“One night in 1973, while most Brits were settling down in their mustard recliners, listening to The Rolling Stones, a man named Rab Carrington found himself stranded, alone in Buenos Aires, Argentina. He was there on an expedition to climb mountains in Patagonia, but somewhere along the way, his gear got lost. All of it. He was now 7,000 miles from home. No mustard recliner, no Rolling Stones, and no equipment to climb the mountains he had been dreaming of for months.
Creature comforts aside, going home now wasn’t an option. Carrington had climbed hundreds of mountains in his lifetime, and wasn’t going to let a trivial lost gear issue put a stop to his South American leg. With no money to buy new gear, he got into contact with a longtime friend who was producing mountaineering equipment in Argentina at the time. His request was simple - ‘Do you have a job for me?’
As it turns out, he did. Stitching sleeping bags. Hardly a glamorous vocation, but Carrington agreed. Perhaps it would even mean he could create a sleeping bag with his name on it.
What he could never have predicted, was that this stopgap job - little more than a means to an end - would eventually see his name stitched onto hundreds of thousands of sleeping bags.
Just as Carrington’s thirst for altitude was an obsession, producing sleeping bags would become one too. By 1981, after returning from South America, he began stitching his own sleeping bags in the loft of a tiny terraced house in Sheffield. He obsessed over every tiny detail – the exact number of baffles, what size they should be, and how much down should be in them. Carrington was a perfectionist, and his years of experience in the mountains told him what worked, and what didn't.
After handing out prototypes for friends to try on multi day expeditions across the Peak District, demand snowballed. Pretty soon his loft was filled to the ceiling with sleeping bags. Then his bedroom followed suit. And so did the living room. As quickly as he had found the job in Argentina, Carrington was signing the lease on a local factory in Sheffield. It was here that Rab evolved from someone’s name, into a fully-fledged outdoor brand.
Now, fifty years on from that fateful trip to South America, Rab stand as one of the UK’s finest outdoor exports. With hundreds of stockists, gear for nearly every outdoor pursuit, and a presence on the summits of almost every peak in the country, it's undeniable that Rab have come a long way from stitching sleeping bags in a loft. But one of the main reasons for this widespread success, is the values that Rab Carrington adhered by when he was laying the foundations for the brand, haven’t been lost. If anything, they’ve been built upon...
This is something we have been lucky enough to observe first hand. We’ve long admired Rab, but when an opportunity arose to properly get behind the fabric of the brand, we packed our bags full of questions and boarded the train to Alfreton.
Yes, Alfreton. Not the kind of place you expect to find the beating heart of a world-renowned outdoor brand, but that’s exactly the point. Just like repair, humble surroundings are another carried over Carrington principle. It’s here, tucked just off the M1, that expedition suits are pumped full of high-grade down, prototype packs are mocked up in cardboard, sleeping bags are patched, and hundreds of jackets are given new life.
At the gates of the facility, we were warmly welcomed by Matt and Paul, two blokes who had been part of the Rab story for 16 and 11 years respectively. They navigated the warehouse as if it were their own living room, proudly pointing out intricacies regarding the recycled packaging systems and waste-sorting processes. Despite their comfort, both remarked on how much has changed at Rab over the years. - “Only a decade ago we worked out of one building that doubled as the head office and warehouse. Now there are two more here in the UK, distribution hubs in Rotterdam and the US, and warehouses in Canada and New Zealand.”
Not bad for a company that began life in a loft.
As the pair guided us around the warehouse, it began to sink in just how tidy everything was, right down to the loading bays. If it weren’t for the steady hum of machines, you might wonder if anything was actually happening at all. But behind the neatness lies efficiency, not showmanship. Rab are more interested in doing things properly than appearances.
Even the brand's approach to sustainability felt grounded and real. Yes, there were still huge bales of plastic – like any modern company – but it wasn’t hidden away or glossed over. Instead, Matt & Paul explained how it’s collected, repurposed into packing pellets, and given another life. At the opposite end of the factory, another set of bales – this time offcuts from old sleeping bags and jackets sent in by customers sat waiting to have their down recycled and reused. Everything in the facility has a second purpose.