Chin up mate, could have been worse, could’a been me 
In a previous life my short cut through a village around 2am came to a sticky halt when i couldn’t past 2 cars parked opposite, cue a mile or so reverse down a winding lane until i found a gateway 
About 20 years ago a similar thing happened, sailing along and unbeknown to me i’d missed where the main road turned left, but the B road i was then on was no worse than the previous A road.
After about 5 miles i came upon a wooden bridge, yes the bridge comprised of planks with a supposed weight limit of 7.5 tons, i was empty but tared off at about 19 tons , cue a reverse of indeterminate distance until a suitable farm entrance presented itself, glad it was a standard wag’n’drag and not an A frame or i’d still be there 
There have been several other instances of serious reversing exercises to be performed cos of my mistakes, me last one was another middle of the night reverse about 2 miles, but that one wasn’t my fault 
, there’d been a fatal and i’d committed to the route before it was closed, either i did some elongated backing up or sat there all night.