Possibly, Master Foxtrot, because your ancestors have been there-done that-bought the T-Shirt-wore it to bed and burnt holes in it during post-coital smoking (forgive the rude word).
Ethnic orientation, is no bar to your links with Wessex, either. Since the earliest migration from the southern tip of the African continent, up to the present day and no doubt beyond, the human race has been, and will be, scattering its seed/genes/body fluids about, interracially, like confetti at a Royal wedding.
Now then, unless you, too, are a cat, and have been hiding your light under a bushel, suffice to say, without getting bogged down in metaphysical/paranormal/otherworldly debate or argument, it may come as a shock to you, to learn, that amongst we feline’s many innate abilities, is our extra sensory perceptiveness, albeit, sharper in some, duller in others. In my case, it’s the former. Allied to the feline’s formidable perspicaciousness, our hunches, are for the most part, dead certainties. However, in my case, you can remove, ‘for the most part’, from the equation, there’s no room for doubt.
The thing is, Master Foxtrot, my human, ineffably useless at most things, is a genius in the kitchen, when it comes to making, ‘Fishy-in-the-Dishy’!
You can forget Magic Mushrooms, Camberwell Carrots and LSD. FitD induces shamanic trances… so, for a goodly percentage of the 17hrs a day, that my human thinks I am asleep, I am in fact, communing on the Astral Plane with the likes of my cousin, Pangur Bán.
During one of our wide ranging discussions, pertaining to all things of relevance to this, that or the other, the question of your lineage, presented itself, albeit, fleetingly. A quick browse of the Scriv for Astral Plane’s ‘Summer Reading’ thread, left Pangur in no doubt whatsoever, that you have very strong links with Wessex.
’Tis fortuitous for all concerned, Master Foxtrot, that you feel no expansionist urges towards Kent… or elsewhere for that matter.
Take care
Fluff
Is there one to be got? 
No spoiler needed.
