An estate is people, not software — so meet the people first. Then every screen Gated gives them.
An AI concierge trained on your estate — the rules, the gate hours, the clubhouse booking process, the electrician the estate trusts. Residents ask in plain language and get the straight answer, day or night. Anything it shouldn't answer, it hands to a human, visibly.

“I used to answer the same ten questions every day. Now the estate answers them itself.”Karin · the estate office

A resident pre-authorises a guest in ten seconds. The guest gets a time-bound, single-use pass. At the gate the guard verifies it on a phone — no new hardware — and every entry is logged. Screenshots stop working; the log book becomes real.

“If the code checks out, I open the gate. No screenshots. No arguments. Every entry logged.”Solomon · the gate


Press it, confirm it, and estate security knows who you are and where you are — geolocated, timed, logged. The second tap is deliberate: a panic alert should never fire from a pocket, and a guard who's been sent on three false alarms stops running on the fourth. Not instead of the police; as well as.

“My granddaughter put it on my phone. Now help is right there — even for me.”Ray · the long-timer

One official channel, pushed to the phone — not lost in an unofficial WhatsApp group. Load-shedding, water outages, the AGM: the estate speaks once, and it lands.

“The water notice reached us before the taps went dry. First time ever.”Naledi & Tom · residents

Residents book the facilities in the app; everyone can see what's free. No double-bookings, no clipboard at the office, no WhatsApp scramble.

Photo, location, done. The resident sees the status; the estate sees the pattern. Maintenance stops living in someone's inbox.

Set the estate up in days — brand, rules, contacts, knowledge base — and run it from one admin view. No hardware, no IT project, no training course. Admin falls, security tightens, and the trustees who chose it get the credit.

“I didn't want another app. I wanted fewer complaints. We ended up with both.”Hendrik · the trustee
Milkwood Ridge Estate · AdminOn this coast a baboon isn’t wildlife — it’s an open kitchen door and a broken window. One resident sees the troop, picks it off a list, slides to send, and every phone on the estate knows where they are. Doors get closed before the troop arrives instead of after.
It’s the notice engine the estate already has, pointed at the thing Garden Route estates actually talk about all summer. The same alert fits anything that comes over the fence — monkeys, a snake on the path, a bushbuck on the fairway.
We don’t chase them off. We make sure nobody’s caught out. Included for estates on the Garden Route — built here, because we live here.
Troop of ~20 moving north from the west berm. Close doors and windows on Fever Tree Lane and Milkwood Lane. They’re working the bins.
No typing, and nothing sends by accident. The estate office sees the pattern — where they come in, and when.
The demo estate is live — the branded app, the concierge answering real questions, a visitor pass verified at the gate. Scan to open it where it belongs.