Bitchin Betty in Bath pulled a cracker.
She turned me in to this road with loads of cars parks and no chance to turn round. After duly counting down she commanded 'turn right now'.
Bit tricky. At hand rail height was a stout metal rail. It was set in to a low wall across the intended route. The road descended steeply step after step. The only option was press on. 'Turn around when possible.'
The road got narrower and rounded this block of flats. Cars were now double parked and the gap narrower still. I just squeezed through as thankfully nothing was coming the other way. I often wonder if they ever consider ambulances and fire engines.