Hutton’s early life at Slighhouses was by all accounts hard and lonely. His decision to farm arising perhaps from some disappointing turn-of-events in his personal life;
“This squeamish, home-bred stomach of mine an’t truly reconciled to the bitter pill o’ disappointment”.
He suffered a loss of faith and in correspondence refers obliquely to a love affair which he felt had ‘poisoned his chance of happiness’;
“…..Now I am ee’nn wedded and so must endeavour to restrain the wandering infidelities of the heart”.
This curious reference suggests that he was either married (but lived the life of a batchelor), or had a moral obligation. It is known that he had a son born out-of-marriage during his early twenties and before he started farming in c.1747
The initial state of the farm and lack of skilled labour frustrated him;
“A cursed country where one has to shape everything out of a block and to block everything out of a rock….I find myself already more that half transformed into a brute”
and he was not happy;
“everything conspires to break my heart but I shall die hard, I shall die like a cock or though even now I live like a capon”;
and typically down-to-earth,
“I ain’t like in haste to wax to fat nor fart nor fling neither”.