Moorhouse & Kent — About the firm
Visual concept preview of the Real Estate Listing template's About page: Thirty-eight years of one office — who the six people are, the window on Sheep Street, and the wall of things clients have said. The sections below are a non-interactive composition of open-registry blocks.
Iris Moorhouse opened the office at 12 Sheep Street in 1987 with a kettle and a card index. Davey Kent joined in 1994. Iris’s daughter Nell runs it now, the card index is a spreadsheet, and the kettle is the same kettle.
We are a two-name firm in a one-square town, and we intend to stay both. Growth, for us, would mean listing houses we have not walked and sending strangers to viewings — the two things the whole reputation stands on not doing.
What we cover is the town and the five villages of the Vale: Steeple Vale, Lower Cray, Fenny Cross, Marle Hill, and Bell End Green. Beyond that we will name you the right firm rather than do a far-away job badly.
The six of us. Whoever answers the phone can actually help — nobody here is a receptionist for somebody else.
The window between the bakery and the bank has carried the list since 1987, and it changes the morning a sale is agreed — walk past on a Saturday and you are reading the market, not an advertisement.
Most of our instructions still arrive on foot, from people we sold to a decade ago. That only happens in a town where the agent has to stand behind every card in that window at the market stall — which is exactly the discipline we would choose.
Nine, from the last few years — sellers, buyers, and the occasional person we talked out of selling at all.
Told us the real guide, not the flattering one, then beat it in eleven days. I have recommended them four times since and I am not done.
Rang us about the cottage before the board went up because Davey remembered three things we said in October. That notebook of his is worth more than every portal put together.
The chain broke twice and Priya rebuilt it twice, once on a Sunday. I never had to chase anyone — the Friday note always got there first.
They sold my house to the right people rather than the first people. There is a difference, and after forty-one years in a place you feel it.
Nell told me not to sell — that the extension would suit us better than a move. An agent who argues against her own fee is an agent you use forever.
Every viewing was accompanied by someone who knew the house cold. The one question Coll could not answer, he rang me with by five the same day.
First-time buyer, no chain, no clue. Ash walked me through what a survey actually is on the doorstep for twenty minutes. Nobody was earning anything from me that day.
The quiet sale did exactly what it promised: four viewings from the book, no board, no window, and the neighbours found out from me, not from a portal.
We bought through them, sold through them nine years later, and the same person answered the phone both times. That is the whole review.
Ring the office, ask for Nell or Davey, and tell us which house and which question. If the answer takes a walk-through, we will bring the tape measure.